Remember me?
I sat as far away as I could
and yawned at the good
that delighted you.
While you were sharing
I was staring
out the window
trying to ignore
the inspiration from God
you so freely echoed.
Remember when I argued, challenged, and doubted—
never admitting that I saw
(though I did see)
that good stayed with me?
When I was grown,
alone with prodigal loneliness,
seeking the path back to my Father,
the truth you shared was there,
lighting my way home.
The promise and comfort of His love
remained to guide me.
I'm in Sunday School again,
teaching and finding those lessons
prepared for each one of us
by our Father
and learning that we are all with Love, always.
