Abba Father,

Babies born.
Who will they be?
Little hands.
Little toes.
Cherished gift?
Crushing woes?

Children grow.
Who are they?
Parental product?
Neglected soul?
“Jesus loves me. ”
Ever shown?

Teenager now.
Wings unfurled.
Edge they sit,
Equipped to fly?
Ready to soar?
Afraid to try?

Adults by law,
Who are they now?
Serving disciple?
Spiritually cold?
Choice made?
For Jesus bold?

Babies born.
Who will they be?
Will we love?
Or neglect?
Will we encourage,
Or cause regret?
                dfav 1/15/16
—Donna