The Cry Of A Child's Heart

so pant my soul after thee Psalm 42:1

When I was eight years old I piled in the car with my brothers and sisters to go to piano lessons. As luck would have it when were saying goodbye my hand got slammed in the car door and two of my fingers were broken.

In a panic my mother rushed me to the doctor for attention. With blood oozing out all over I refused to let the doctor look at me until my father came. My papa was my best friend. His was the voice I longed to hear in the morning. His was the shoulder I needed to cry on for he was my comforter. The cry of this child could not be soothed without him in the room.

Now as an adult there is another Father I long for. It is my heavenly Father.This is the Father I run to in the morning and ask Him to help me collect my thoughts for the day.. This Father captures me in the mundane chores of washing the floor. This Father owns me and moves me. He longs for my attention and patiently listens to the cry of my heart. I tumble deeper into His arms and desire to know Him more.

He has become my everything. Fear cannot shake me. He is my safe harbor. Our love is stronger than any emotion imaginable and He that listens to the cries of my heart will always have my praise as His love endures forever. This Father is eternal love.

Father,
The cries from this child's heart
Longs for You.
The beauty in the message is
Your heart longs for me too.

You are my friend forever
And desire my attention.
Of this I cannot fathom.
It is beyond my comprehension.

Oh Lord my heavenly Father
You desire me to bring,
Every ounce of all my love
So today I bring everything.