Squirming toddler.
As tightly as I squeeze, he
Resists and slips from my grip.
It's only when the child tires that
He snuggles.
My Father God wants to hold me.
His arms are waiting.
His hands are ready to clasp mine.
He longs to shelter me under His
Protective wings.
When I resist He waits until I'm tired and
Need His comfort.
"Draw near to God," James says,
And He will draw near to you." *
He's as near to me as I'll allow
Him to be.
*James 4:8