To Grow Up Poem by cheryl davis miller

I wish, I had been older then,
wiser's what I mean to say.
I imagine thing's I could have done,
in the quiet times, of day.

Times I should have held my peace
just let the moment pass.
Times I should have spoken up
with-stood clamoring brass.

The hand's I may have strengthened.
Load's I may have eased.
Heart's I could have comforted.
Strife's, perhaps appeased.

A life time of circumstance,
countless opportunities.
I may have made a difference,
had I gained maturity.

What I would; I do not do,
to do wrong, comes naturally.
I long, to just be changed
to grow-up, finally.

To bear the name of 'Christian',
with grace and dignity.
Reflect the One; I'm named for
to lose all sight of me.

Upon the Rock I throw myself,
that I may broken be.
Trust the Potter's loving hands;
to work inside of me.
AMEN