An Absolute Must Poem by Rebecca Navarre

Christ Jesus, oh Heavenly Father,
who sit's at the right hand of God. You
listen to our cries, you hear our sob's.
You intervene when time's are hard, you
have our stories written in your heart and
written on card's. You've seen the betrayal's,
the abuse and the heartaches. You've seen
our joy's, you've seen our love, you've seen
our moment's small and great. You've prayed
for your disciples, and you pray for us. You
offer a shoulder and ask us to trust. Yet child
like, we whine and fuss and sometimes we even
cuss. We've watched buildings crumble, flowers
die, time fade and steel turn to rust. And yet we
stand there on the edge, we stand there on the
cusp. Until we finally realize, to receive your love
and to love you too, is more than a gift! .. It's an
absolute must! ..