As I stir…I stretch straight up
To the sun rising
Bouncing off the hills
Creating sun spots on a house
Across our little valley
And I sense God
In His glory
The Maker of Heaven and Earth
Watching over me…watching over us
Family dinner last night
The prodigal came
To see his niece
To be her Uncle
What a gift this little one is
Her innocence so pure
Her naivety
Her ignorance
Of the pain that is present
Because of our Prodigal
She runs into his arms
With a smile and babble
Excited beyond words
That he’s here
That he’s come to play
And be her hero
Her strong protector in the pool
Her pal, buddy, chum
One that is safe
Does he realize…
The responsibility…the weight
The privilege
That he carries with his niece?
Does he get it?
His importance, His significance
As her Uncle
In this family order
His ability to choose…
His choice to get well
Holds so much
Determines the future
Does he want to get well?
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