This Child Called'Me' Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

This Child Called 'ME'


Why do we hunt a perfect world
When this one, God has made,
To guarantee our choices
For Eternity He's bade.

So simply He has challenged us,
Someday, to return to Him
And not just follow others
Not go off on a spiraling whim.

He sent this map before us
Just read and You will know
His words will speak in volumes
And ensure the way to go.

We try to make this struggle harder
To put hurdles where they don't belong
When the simplest of instructions
Will enable Heaven's song.

As I have grown ever older
More clearly can I see
That You've flattened out these hurdles
And welcomed back............
..............................This child called 'ME'!


Author: Carolyn Ford Witt


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