Today you told me you wanted to leave home.
That meant that I would be alone;
My oldest daughter gone to find her dream.
Devastation has come to my heart it would seem.
Oh, the violence of change!
Now will my life be loneliness torn,
My tired old knees prayer worn,
My mind weary from thinking,
My eyes red from tears blinking.
Devastation has come to my heart it would seem.
Oh, the violence of change!
But He holds me...
This poem was written by my dad, and given to me when I moved out. I came across the original tonight as I was cleaning out a drawer. My heart wrenches and my eyes well with tears as I read this and think of my own children. Obviously, none of them has told me they are moving out, but I know the time will come, and all too soon. I am so thankful for the last stanza. Knowing that even thru the pain of life, God is there, holding, protecting, comforting me. He walks thru every valley with me, restoring my soul. He gently guides me with His eye and holds my hand every step of the way. He knows every pain, every heartache, every tear, and holds me tight, keeping me safe. What a comfort!
Salut!
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Knowing your dad like I do makes that poem that much more touching....now I'm teary-eyed.
Thanks a lot ((big smile)).
Yes, it's going to happen all too soon. I was just looking at Seth's baby pictures and realized that I don't really REMEMBER him looking like that because he's changed so much.
But how can that be?
I'm sitting here all teary-eyed. Pawpaw wrote that?? That's. utterly. beautiful!!
As violent and painful as some changes are, biologists say that the absence of change is the meaning of death. Where would we be if not for Him holding us? For Him walking with us through the changes? For His comfort and strength? His changes are "exchanges", not "gimmes". What a great God He is!! Love you, Pet!!
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