Father, please don’t put me down!
The moment my feet touch the ground,
I will run from You.
Your loving arms have spoiled me,
I have learned the certainty of Your presence.
For so long I wandered aimlessly down the path,
Often stepping off one side or another.
I dirtied my feet, I trod upon briars.
You were always there to wash me clean,
But I repaid you with disobedience.
“I can do it,” I said in my ignorance,
Like a toddler on a balance beam I wobbled,
But there was no soft landing for me.
How often was I battered and broken?
You never kept count.
Now I’m in Your arms,
And I’ve become terrified at the thought,
Of walking on my own again.
Father! I am untrustworthy!
I am unprepared!
Please let me stay here a little while longer!
But even this is disobedience.
How can I grow into the soul You’d have me to be,
If I never work the legs You’ve given me?
Put me down, dear Lord,
If You deem it right to do so,
But still hold my hand,
And keep me close to You.