********* Kneeling in the hands of our maker***************
Hot tears roll down his face,As he kneels beside his sleeping son,
A deep sadness rest apoun his soul as he listens to his son asleep peacefully,
Feelings he never knew whelmed up inside of him,
exploding to the surface of his pain stricken heart,
The deepest love a father can carry rips threw him,
How can I be so helpless in this situation,
Why can I not protect my son from this,
Anger rips threw him as he sits there motionless,
Silence fills the room though inside himself he is screaming,
He reaches out and gently strokes his hand across his sleeping sons face,
He knows he must be strong,
Strong for his son,
As he holds his sleeping Sons Hand,
He prays silently,
In the stillness he feels a strong pat on his back,
He feels an embrace beneath his knees,
All awhile through his tears and his pain he has been kneeling in the hands of God,
All awhile God has been beside him, giving him the strenght,
All awhile God have been giving him faith,
He now realizes there is hope,
Everything rest in the hands of God.
copyright(c) 2000 Tina J
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