Abba,

I hold this little life

In my arms.

How is it possible to

Hold something so precious

So valuable

So important.

Who am I to bear such

Responsibility

Such privilege

This is a life

A soul

An image bearer of your name

This is a person

A living being

A mind that will think

Reason

A heart that will desire

Be passionate

These little eyes

Looking up at me

Will grow into a self aware,

God aware,

Life aware,

Being

He will be more

Than animal instinct.

He will be more than

Mere reactive impulse

He will be a being of purpose

He will develop convictions

Values

Belief’s

He will be conditioned

To see the world

From some point of view.

He will be taught

Becoming a learner

He will be influenced

And will even become an influencer

He will grow

Mature

He will learn to think

Processing an onslaught

Of information and facts

Learning to discern

Truth from lie

Drawing conclusions

What will his future look like?

Hard to tell

Hard to know

But it will not be a future

Of inconsequence

It will not be a future

Of no importance

It is a future

Shaped and conditioned

By a mind created by You, Abba

With intelligence

And creativity

And great ability

When did we come to

Have such a low value

Of life

When did we come to

Take for granted

The precious nature

Of life

When did we come to

Treat so casually

What You began

From dust?

When did we come

To view brokenness as normal?

When did we come

To think that hopelessness

Is an acceptable

Way of life?

When did we come

To treat these lives

We bring into being

With such cavalier nonchalance?

I cannot help

Think of the life he will lead

I cannot help

But wonder

What pain, hardships, and turmoil

Will this small life face.

Already his life is broken

Already his beginning

Is tainted and bleak

Such is the horror of sin

That one so small should

Face a life of consequence

Because of another’s actions

His fingers grip mine

His eyes look to me

A smile breaking on his face

Resting contentedly

Safely

In my arms

When did life become

So commonplace

So under appreciated

So non awe inspiring?

There is but one hope

That can rescue this life

From a reality of pain

And devastation

There is but one hope

That can keep the joy

In these little eyes

From being extinguished

There is but one hope

That can give this life

Hope

It won’t be found in me

It won’t be found in his parents

It won’t be found in this life

It won’t be found in the world

It won’t be found in love of man

It won’t be found in a trouble free life

It won’t be found in life’s pleasures

It won’t be found in success

There is but one place

One being

One hope

Hope is found in a

Creator

Who created us for

Intimacy

With Himself

Hope is found in a

King

Who created us to live in

Safety

Under his rule

Hope is found in a

Savior

Who died in our place

To satisfy a just God’s

Wrath

Against our rebellion

Hope is found in a

Priest King

Who humbled Himself

To be a servant

To died a cursed death

To endure scorn

For wrongs never committed

But rather voluntarily born

For me

For us

So that we could know

The delights

Of intimacy with him

When repentance

And faith

Become the testimony

Of our hearts

Hope is found

In death’s defeat

As that Savior

Didn’t stay dead

But rose to life

Bringing Hope

With His resurrection

Hope is found

In sin’s defeat

In brokennesses redemption

As the way

Is opened

For God and man

To live in harmony again

This little life

In my arms

Faces a hard life

Brokenness will be normal

But it need not be

Identity defining

There is a message

There is a hope

There is GOOD NEWS

That can overcome the pain

He will know.

The question…

Critical and urgent

Glaring and needful

Is

Simply

This

….

Who will tell him?