“Lord, lift my son to You”, from LWillows


Lord, lift my son to You

I lost and found him throughout the years,
In stories that wound, and then tangled with tears.
There I lay, soaked in a hive of mother-fears
Caught in the crossfire of life’s past arrears.

I surrendered, confessed, in soliloquy bared
and all of my words left your heart undeclared.
You are loved, my son. My soul pours without end.
Nothing could sever or hinder the soul’s blend.

Your blue eyes dwell like faraway doors
yet I wander through decades of horizons, yours.
More cherished than anything that words could hide;
Inscribed here are the visions that love wrote inside.

Lord, carry what I am powerless to hold.
Lift my son’s heart to Yours in Love’s mercy bold.
Be His Father, stir miracles – the ones that were born
When you formed him in me, your own Spirit’s dwelling sworn.

© 2017 Linda Willows