Lap
Oh, Lord, thy lap is wide
and I a little child. Take me
to thy knee, to thy side.
and I a little child. Take me
to thy knee, to thy side.
Labels: child, prayer of supplication
a place for prayer & devotion • L.L. Barkat
Labels: child, prayer of supplication
posted by L.L. Barkat at 6:33 PM
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Thank you for this beautiful poem. I used to have a lot of trouble with the idea of God as "dad". Maybe it's the feminist in me, I don't know. But since I've become a dad myself, I can finally understand why God chooses that as one of the ways to describe Himself. Your poem really captures this.
Thanks also for stopping by my little site. I have moved to wordpress. So, the address is now http://andrewbmills23.wordpress.com/. I appreciate your comments. It's nice to hear good feedback from a real live writer.
In Christ,
-Andrew Mills
I am tired tonight. A wide lap on which to rest sounds lovely. My lullaby this evening.
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