What Do You Want Of Me, My Child? Poem by Carmela Patterson

When I knock on your heart you do not answer
When I speak to your soul you do not listen
It is to other gods you are a ready dancer
Yet you take on....the name of Christian.

What do you want of Me, my child?

When you came to that crossroad last week
You followed your own inclinations, not Mine
It was not My Holy Will you wanted to seek
But wantonly fell into the enemy's design.

What do you want of Me, my child?

You cannot escape My boundless affection
You are the love of My life and My death
Think of My cross as a source of reflection
For you I suffered up to my very last breath.

What do you want of Me, my child?

It is now time to ponder spiritual matters
Get things right with your war-torn heart
Confess and redress that soul in tatters
Open up to the blessings I wish to impart.

What do you want of Me, my child?

I know you wonder why you are here
And wonder where you might have been
With Me you will have no cause for fear.
My Blood poured, I died for all your sin.

What do you want of Me, my child?

You want to follow Me now? I rejoice!
Come to Me, My very precious one
I am happy that I am your choice
I who AM, God's only Son.


What do I want of you, my child?

That you be my faithful servant loving others
Mothers, fathers, sisters, and brothers
Find fertile ground and seed it
Be sure to carefully weed it
Spread the gospel to those who need it
Pray that they learn to heed it.

That is what I want of you, my child.