Wednesday, March 9, 2016

Walk With Me

The other day while rummaging through my attic I came across a poem that my mother wrote for me on my 17th birthday.  At the time I didn't really appreciate it but now, reading it with a new perspective I see the love and desire that my godly mother has for me and for all her children. I thank God so much for bringing me and my family truly back together and helping us to strive to walk through life in unity and love. We all have our differences but God is teaching us how to forebear and seek to love each other and build each other up. So mom, this post is dedicated to you....I love you and am truly sorry for all the years I didn't walk with you....I thank God that it's never too late and I hope you know that I'm looking forward to walking with you now. 

Walk With Me
Lizet Franco
May 25, 2012

Some time has passed and I recall, 
In a melancholy way, 
The days when little hands held mine
As together we walked and the years went by
Lest those little hands might stray.

The little feet could not keep step
With my wider, faster pace
So I slowed it down a little bit
And together, we walked the race.

That race is life, the ins and outs, 
Of daily living here, 
Learning, striving, laughing, driving
Yet united - in God, the fear.

A season came when, by God's grace,
We were walking side by side, 
And sharing what was in the heart
Was naturally kept in stride.

But I'm a little slower now
My head is getting gray
And you are youthful, full of life
Running through the day

And still there's so much left to do, 
So much that's left unsaid, 
Won't you walk with me a bit
Before you walk ahead?

Won't you take my hand in yours
And slow your pace a mite?
So that, side by side again, 
We may sing and laugh and cry?

Can't we take the time to rest
And seek the Lord, to guide?
As life's choices lie abreast
Our face in His, to hide?

I love you ever dearly
From you I'll not walk away
But won't you walk with me, dear?
I'll not let you go astray. 

Dear readers, God has blessed each and every one of us with parents. Seek to walk with them, learn from them, love, respect and obey them. 


Anonymous said...

Bonjour, from France!

What a precious Mother you have, and what a beautiful poem! How those words ring true. Thanks for sharing!


Maiden4Christ said...

Bonjour Mademoiselle! I'm so glad you liked the was such a blessing to me and I wanted to share it with everyone. Hope you are doing well!