A Child’s Prayer
My Lord and My God, behold Your Small One. I am prostrate before you …not out of a holy humility, but of my smallness. How can it be that you call me your Child? Yet you prize me as the Apple of Your Eye. I cannot see beyond my barrenness …you see what you created me to be.
How else can I hope in you, that I dare to presume your Mercy? So it is that I kneel before you, begging for this Great Exchange. I bring to you my Sinful Soul and Broken Body, with nothing to give but a child’s desire to receive …knowing that you will offer me New Life.
You envelope my surrender with a Knowing Trust …as a Swaddled Babe held at breast. Though I yet touch what I long for, I am at rest in Your Bosom, My Father. I can only praise you, My Lord and My God.