Watch Me Daddy

This poem is finding an edited place in my present place of "Pompaw". The memories this brings up makes this post maybe more for me than anyone. Perhaps, just perhaps, you will be able to relate - Glenn

The house is so quiet.

My children - asleep.

My wife has succumbed

To slumber so deep.

These moments are precious

As I pray for my clan

For a future - a hope

On mounted eagles wing span

The days pass so quickly,

Where did the time go?

I heard their first cries

Now "Daddy, here let me show..."

And I look to the future

To see a man fully grown.

Will my son see Jesus

In the life that I've shown?

Will my daughter remember

The nights spent in prayer?

And a dad's desperate longing

To see his children There?

A wife so depleted

By the stress of the day.

Needing refreshment

And Someone to say,

"Well done My dear Daughter

Come rest in My love

My burden is easy

Stop pushing - don't shove."

And in my life - oh so often

I rest in God's grace

And forget the dear Savior

Who falls on His face,

Reminding His Father

Of the sin His blood did forgive

Reclaiming lost children

So we can all really live.

His heart swells with joy

As He watches us grow

Through our first cry

Holding our hand - don't you know?

So, I watch my two children

Chests rise and then fall

And I too remember

The Maker of children big and small

Why do I pray

When in sleep my children's minds drift?

You see, I have permission

From the God who works the night shift.

"Watch me, Daddy"

A child-heart calls

And His eyes scan the earth

Truly seeing one and all.

So, rest my dear family

In the palm of His hand

Tomorrow's a new day

In our Father's Master Plan

Oh, we'll need to be quiet

Though there's no need for fear

Just "be still" for awhile

For our Father is here.