Little Boy with a broken wing,
Will I ever hear you sing?
With joyful celebration ring?
Little Boy with a broken wing?
Baby Son with tattered soul,
Will I watch as you grow old?
Swell with love as praises roll?
Baby Son with tattered soul?
Precious Prodigy of mine,
Will you claim your niche in time?
Rise above such lot as thine?
Precious Prodigy of mine?
Lord of Mercy, God of Love?
Are you watching from above?
As he struggles push and shove?
Lord of Mercy, God of Love?
Dear Jess
Your talent amazes me Jessica. You really need to think about having your work published.
You always touch my heart with your words.
A talent such as you have should perhaps be shared with others beyond our PostPoem world.
This is beautiful! Of course my prayers will be added to all of the ones of your PostPoems friends.
The title is outstanding. I love it and its words.
Love
Lesa