parenting poem

A Parent’s Reverie

Written by Susan Noyes Anderson on . Posted in LDS Poems, Life Lessons Poems, Poems about Christ, Spiritual Poems

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©1997 Susan Noyes Anderson, At the End of Your Rope, There’s Hope,
Deseret Book (poem only)

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Sometimes, when I am quite alone and still,
The Spirit speaks and whispers words of truth:
That I am not the master of your youth
And was not called to bend you to my will.

I was not called to bend you to my will,
Nor would He have me bind you to His own.
His yoke is one that you must bear alone;
I cannot thirst for you, nor drink your fill.

I cannot thirst for you, nor drink your fill,
Though living water springs forth pure and sweet;
Yet I can but direct your wand’ring feet,
For you must tread the path and climb the hill.

For you must tread the path and climb the hill
That leads you back into His warm embrace.
I see you standing in His holy place
Sometimes, when I am quite alone and still.

“Who shall ascend into the hill of the Lord?
or who shall stand in His holy place?” (Psalms 24:3).

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