Without a Connection

With the Simplicity, of a Trusting Child,
Be Saved by Jesus, No Longer Defiled.

Without a Connection
By Arley Steinhour 010518

Take a moment, clear your mind,
Then, remember your Youth,
How young you were, to Find,
The age you ‘Walked, or, first tooth.

Many folk, too-often, tend to say,
Their best was age, ‘Four, or Five,’
Something about ‘injury or play,’
Very Few, the Joy of Being Alive.

Rarer, are they that can say, ‘Age One,’
And, Totally Nil, the ‘Moment of Conception,’
As, Parental-Hopeful’s, enjoy ‘Conception-Fun,’
Committing to ‘Years, of Loving, Beyond Gestation.’

Perhaps, it’s the speed, we ‘Skitter through Life,’
With, so many, new, ‘Events to Play-Through,’
Forgetting the teachings of Adults and Strife,
Feeling, Immune, from our ‘Spiritual, Just-Due.’

Sadly, too many are ‘Raised Without Connection,’
To a life of Faith, instilled into ‘Virgin-heart, About God,’
As a ‘Set-Aside,’ to make room, for the ‘Fun, Oncoming,’
While being taught, ‘There’s No God, in life they Applaud.’

I was Blessed with memory, by my First Birthday,
Only a few, but enough to enjoy as I’d remember,
Like, climbing up drawers, for a Better Display,
Of parents, returning with food, in December.

Should you not ‘Return, to God as a Child,’
Or, perhaps, shrug me off, as being too Grim,’
We are Born in Sin, and to God, we’re Defiled,
Unless, ‘Redeemed, by Emmanuel, by ‘Believing In HIM.’

AMEN