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.
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