To Grow-up Finally

I wish, I had been older then,
Wiser, is what I mean to say,
I imagine thing’s, I could have done,
In the quiet times, of day,
Times, I should have held my peace,
Just, let the moment pass,
Times, I should have spoken up,
Withstanding, self-proclaimed brass,
There were hand’s, I may have strengthened,
Load’s, I may have eased,
Heart’s, I could have comforted,
Strife’s, perhaps appeased,
A life time, of circumstance,
And countless, opportunities,
Where I, may have made a difference,
Had I gained, maturity,
What I would, I do not do,
To do wrong, comes naturally,
How I long, to just be changed,
To grow-up, finally,
To bear the name, of ‘Christian’,
With grace, and dignity,
To reflect the One, I’m named for,
To lose all sight, of me,
Upon the Rock, I throw myself,
That I, may broken be,
To trust the Potter’s, loving hands,
That work, inside of me.
AMEN

c.d.m. 7-12-10