When my father disowned me, I still needed a father, one who wouldn't leave me alone, not ever. I poured through the Bible and rediscovered the depth of God's love for me and his promises about and for all of his children. This poem expresses what I know now about my real Daddy.
I am not an accident.
When you see me, you do not see a thing
Flicked out of a passing fancy.
My coming to be was not an afterthought.
I breathe not because of nonchalant bumping of cell upon cell.
Nor a man’s passion, my beginning.
My brief walkabout?
This sliding of mine through earthly time?
Splendidly pondered at eternity’s birth.
Though but a visitor here, only stopping by,
My stay has been highly anticipated.
Heaven-shaped.
Cradled first by wisdom’s hand.
Doted over with sweet affection.
My self?
The graceful creation of a most kind intention
As ancient as heaven itself.
That shimmering intoxicating art
At play at night over my head,
That starry river I cannot drink enough of?
I am older than that.
Planned before that.
My first breath savored by the Father, my final sigh the same.
My walk, my talk, my stutter steps,
Cries and dreams are all known, all shared, all wanted.
I have always been on his mind, always safely seated in his heart.
I have always had a home.
Never been an accident.
Never been alone.
by Candyce Roberts
Inspired by:
John 1:12-13, John 14, John 17: 13-19, Ephesians 1:4-10, Genesis 15:5, Psalm 23 and
Isaiah 40:26
Lift up your eyes on high and see: who created these? He who brings out their host by number, calling them all by name, by the greatness of his might, and because he is strong in power not one is missing
by Candyce Roberts
Inspired by:
John 1:12-13, John 14, John 17: 13-19, Ephesians 1:4-10, Genesis 15:5, Psalm 23 and
