PERFECTION

His unformed substance

Only one can see

But as he grows

I feel him in me

 

Though some believe

He’s not yet alive

I can feel him

Longing to survive

 

A child of God

The days were ordained

He gave his son

For mine to be saved

 

O' God thy thoughts

Make my child precious

With choices made

I can’t be anxious

 

I ask thee my Lord

For a wall of protection

To surround our child

That is made from your perfection

 

 

Khristen   1996

(my fifteen year old self)