KALEB SMILES
God Thunders.
Heaven trembles,
Earth moves,
Kaleb wheezes…
God Directs.
Mother quakes,
Doctor reflects,
Kaleb weakens…
God Speaks.
Nurse muses,
Father questions,
Kaleb decreases…
God Conveys.
Surgeon plots,
Church at prayer,
Kaleb clings…
God Moves.
Surgeon exalts,
Morning waxes…
Kaleb seizes.
God Commands.
Elders Pray,
Oil Flows,
Seizure ceases…
God Imparts.
Doctor ponders,
Church intercedes,
Kaleb strives …
God Bellows.
Doctor qualms,
Parents sorrow,
Kaleb sleeps…
God Roars.
Tests portend,
Parents forebode,
Kaleb Sleeps…
God Whispers.
Doctor marvels.
Nurse amazed.
…KALEB SMILES!
"BEFORE THE CITY GATES"..... A (Hopefully) Poetic View of the World from the Vantage Point of One Elder in Christ's Church
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
A Prayer for Kaleb
Such a small thing for You,
But the whole world to her
Who bore him in her womb
And longs to care and nurse.
Such a small thing for You,
Who made all things from dust,
And printed on so few
The imprint of the Just.
Such a small thing for You,
But life’s great call for him,
And from whose seed You grew
His likeness once mere dream.
Such a small thing for You,
Whose image we all bear
Though dim and dull of hue
Have made us Sons and Heirs.
Such a small thing for You,
But our whole thought and care
And in whom we imbue
The earnest of our prayers.
One mere thought from You who spoke the Word that out of chaos all became.
One whisper of Your perfect will makes blind to see and heals the lame.
One vapor of your sovereign breath makes kingdoms fall and stars to wane.
Such a small thing for You.
Such a small thing for You,
But the whole world to her
Who bore him in her womb
And longs to care and nurse.
Such a small thing for You,
Who made all things from dust,
And printed on so few
The imprint of the Just.
Such a small thing for You,
But life’s great call for him,
And from whose seed You grew
His likeness once mere dream.
Such a small thing for You,
Whose image we all bear
Though dim and dull of hue
Have made us Sons and Heirs.
Such a small thing for You,
But our whole thought and care
And in whom we imbue
The earnest of our prayers.
One mere thought from You who spoke the Word that out of chaos all became.
One whisper of Your perfect will makes blind to see and heals the lame.
One vapor of your sovereign breath makes kingdoms fall and stars to wane.
Such a small thing for You.
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