A Blessed Accord Poem by B. V. Dahlen

The Father stood, and looking down,
Was searching every day.
He knew he'd find the special one
There in that vast array.

He had a special child He loved
And He knew that He must
Not give him to just anyone,
But someone He could trust

To give uncommon care and love
That such a one as he
Would daily need abundantly,
Someone who would agree

That special children bring with them
So many blessings bright,
And those who love them are bestowed
with moments of delight.

So there below He spied someone.
'Ah there she is', He smiled,
And sent his gift from heaven down,
His precious special child.

This blessed gift was born to one
On whom God would bestow
The strength to bear the joys and trials
She was about to know.

The Father never left her side.
His guidance always there.
Through trails and pleasures ever strong,
And days she could not bear

The pain she felt protecting him
From all the world's cruel taunts,
The stresses of his many needs
The burdens of his wants.

The Father opened up his arms
And folded them inside.
He gave her strength and fortitude
His help he did provide.

He showed her how the smallest gains
To Him were magnified.
He pointed out accomplishments.
He filled her heart with pride.

He showed her how to use His eyes
To find what few would see,
The treasures hidden in this child
He gave to her the key.

With love and understanding
She helped her charge to grow,
Rewarded daily by the trust
That only mothers know.

Part 2



....and then there are those unique few
With whom He makes His bond
To care for children they've not born
With courage to respond

To His request to nurture one
Who'll need their steadfast care.
He searches far and ponders long
To find one who is so rare,

And then He gives to them the faith
The sacred trust assigned.
Into their care He places one
And to their hearts He'll bind

This one He loves so dearly
This special cherished child
This minuscule reflection
Of when the Father smiled.