My Child

Why do I look back to those dreadful days that grieved my heart and soul? I cringe when I think of the destructive ways, that wore me down and took their toll.  You say, Move on, you’re free my child, My Son paid the price for you. You mean Your grace is so generous and wild, that You’re giving me a life brand new?  That makes no sense, there must be a cost. Is there a catch?  Is there something more? My child, rest assured, your sins have been tossed to the bottom of the ocean floor.  You’re free to live without bondage and fear, My Son bore the weight on His chest. My child I see you as precious and dear, My goal was to give you the best. I want to believe but this fear cripples me, it sounds too good to be true. I want it so badly, I ache just to see, is this gift of love really from You?  It sure is My Sweet Child, it’s real and it’s free. Please trust me, take it and know, With Me, you’ll achieve all you’re created to be. You’ll learn, you’ll stretch, and you’ll grow.  I love and adore you, never doubt that, you’re Mine! I created you just as you are So stay close to me, please attach to my vine, Give me your dreams and I’ll take you far.

  1. May 19, 2010 at 9:32 am

    Hi,thanks for the great quality of your blog, each time I come here I’m amazed.

  2. May 19, 2010 at 11:23 am

    I’m so glad. Thanks for letting us know, Cecila. God bless you and have a great day. Alison 🙂

  3. August 15, 2010 at 4:35 am

    Very Interesting!
    Thank You!

    • August 15, 2010 at 3:17 pm

      You are most welcome. I wrote this after a season of depression, when God finally got a hold of me.

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