Dear Child Of Ours (poem)

When you were just a little child

I’d pick you up from school

And I could tell by one good look

The day had been a gruel.

The callous words of others

Would wound your tender heart

Relieved that I am with you now

My love to you impart.

I’d see the color drained from your face

As backpack hit the floor,

I knew that you were very glad

To be home and close the door.

Home is a place of comfort

Where kind words are the norm

And there is strength and safety

From every childhood storm.

I’d whisper silent prayers first

For words to ease your pain

And for the love that I possessed

to wash o'er you like soaking rain.

At last you’d share your stories

I’d commiserate with you

And try with words to make a balm,

to heal your soul anew.

I’m not sure we can understand

The reasons or the whys,

Of someone’s cruelty to others

Or the cause to make them cry.

I wish that I could keep you here

And shelter out the world

But I know that’s not your destiny

You’re a daughter of the Lord.

I’m not to keep you in our home

Or tuck you under wing

I know that you are strong enough

You’re a daughter of the King.

He knows the strength within you

And saved you for the last

Satan’s no power o'er you

From Deity you were cast.

So lift your chin my little child

And lift your voice in praise

A sound of great rejoicing

are the noises that we’ll raise.

Tip the corners of your lips

Way up towards the skies

And be glad that you are finally home

Where the Spirit can reside.

By- Sandra Joy Dodge

Grandma Beaujeu, Daddy, Cami, Kristi, Cassi

and Momma in Jackson Hole, WY 1995.

This picture was taken just a few short months

before our Jered joined us too. :)