A child's poem (I don't want to be done)
A child's poem (I don't want to be done)
by Joel David, January 2019
Last night my daughter shrieked
In bed she shrieked
She wanted me
I picked her up and held her close
Comforted her close
She wanted me
After a minute I laid her down
She shrieked aloud;
"My child, what's wrong??"
And through her tears
Her sobs, her smears
I heard her say,
"I don't want to be done"
To be done was
Not an option
"I don't want to be done"
With what? I thought
And then
It dawned on me she wanted me
She wanted me,
Not sleep
"I don't want to be done"
With this hug
With this embrace,
She was saying in a 3-year old
Way, In a child-like way
She complained
'Your embrace at midnight
At midnight
Is what I need'
'Sleep is good, yes sleep
Is good but your love,
Daddy is better'
I held her close out on our couch
Out on our couch she slept
Upon my chest
Inside my arms, Inside my love
Inside this love
She rested
--
Out of the mouths of children,
Of children's lips
Praise has come
For now today in my own way
In my own way
My heart, it burns
Hours later this spirit feels
The beckoning
Of Father God
Tugging, pulling, wooing
Undoing, calling
Me to lean back
To lean back from the world
Back from the world
And seek Shelter
Seek shelter in the loving arms
The same loving arms
Of MY Father
A fire so deep, so unquenchable
Unquenchable
Inside my soul
Now grips my deep, it grips my deep
Deep unto deep
It calls me
This morning I am lost in love
So lost in love
my Father's love
My heart it burns, this heart it yearns
For only that One Thing
My Father
Thank you Alathea for calling me
At early watches for
That embrace
Out of your mouth, babe, God
Really has
Ordained praise
