May Again

On May 6th, 2010, a few days after my son was born, I wrote this poem:

Gifts

When I am old and gray
I hope I can remember
A blue and perfect day in May
Sleeping baby on my shoulder.
He is tiny, precious, new
He is the best reminder
That all good gifts are sent by You
To me, unworthy, sinner.

Lord, I am so grateful
For all You’ve said and done
Your Word is full of promise
And You sent your only Son.
He died that I might recognize
Your greatness and Your worth
I can only love You
Because You loved me first.

These: my husband, daughter, son
Are signs of grace to me
Some of many that You’ve given
Such pictures of Your mercy.
I love them dearly, Lord, it’s true
And it drives me to my knees
For I find again that I must pray
I’d never love them more than You.

Years and years will pass away
As will my life and youth, and then
I’ll look back with gratitude
On May Two-thousand-ten.
In that moment,
Help me, Lord,
That I may worship never
These gifts and treasures I have known
More than the Greatest Giver.


Two years later, it's another blue May day, and my heart is rising to the truth of this verse:

“O LORD, God of Israel, there is no God like you, in heaven or on earth, keeping covenant and showing steadfast love to your servants who walk before you with all their heart...
(2 Chronicles 6:14 ESV)


God is good, all the time.  He has shown such kindness to me, and oh, I am grateful.