Hear Your Children--By Christine Tate--United States

Hear Your Children

Hear your children crying
like the baby birds,
longing for their food
as we hunger for Your word.
With wings of expectation
prepared to leave the nest,
we soar above the turmoil
where we are given rest.

Hear Your children panting
like the thirsty deer,
yearning for pure water
to refresh our lives down here.

Hear your children praying
for lost sinners to know,
You'll wash away their sins
and make them white as snow!
Lead Your children Lord
by your brilliant light;
grant us calm assurance
and peace both day and night.

Christine Tate lives in New Jersey. She is the mother of three married sons and has eight grandchildren. She started writing inspirational poetry in 1994, and is blessed to encourage others and honor the Lord. She was widowed in 2007 and met her new husband Artie, a widower, in the nursing facility where their late mothers resided. They've been happily married for 2 1/2 years. Since neither of them ever expected to marry again, they consider it a "divine appt."