Today i sat down and thought
what if my children drew a sketch of me?
Would they draw in my hand a spanking spoon?
or would i be instead be holding a broom
looking at all the dirty gloom?
Would they draw on my face a smile?
or would i be hiding under a laundry pile?
What would be biggest on the page
my mouth, my eyes filled with rage?
O to find their hands had drawn
their little hands inside my own
or great big arms stretched open wide
waiting to hug them tight inside...
O Lord this is my prayer...
make it true and take me there!
Sanctify my heart until
this is the picture they draw for real.