Sunday Poetry: I Was A Child, Back Then

I Was A Child

Love never fails. But whether there are prophecies, they will fail; whether there are tongues, they will cease; whether there is knowledge, it will vanish away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part. But when that which is perfect has come, then that which is in part will be done away. When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things.  For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I also am known.   And now abide faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love. I Corinthians 13:8-13

I Was A Child, Back Then

by Effie Darlene Barba

 

I was a child, back then

And did not, could not understand

The pains she faced, the fears within

Her road of life throughout this land

 

But as I grew I came to see

The sacrifices that she made

Because of love she had for me

No matter what it did not fade

 

Whatever road our feet did trod

Her courage, faith deep within

Did hold her heart close to God

Protecting her from sin

 

The more I learned of God’s dear Grace

Throughout the years, I came to see

The trials, sorrows that we face

Transform our hearts that we might be

 

A shining beacon on a hill

To light the path in darkest night

That strangers then might find God’s will

The blinded might gain sight

 

Yet, each of us, God calls to be

A different beam of Glory’s light

And this in part the mystery

Of how God works, that He just might

 

Give one the gift to speak His word

Another sings His praise

While some it seems their voice unheard

Except by God. In prayer their voices raise

 

Each child who knows Christ as their Lord

God uses in His own sweet way

To each He gives a different sword

His Glory Honor to display

 

And so, I came to realize

The chains of pride that bound my heart

Were merely part of Satan’s guise

Sow bitter seeds, and then depart

 

I lay my “self” upon the cross

The cross where Jesus bled and died

That He might live, all else is loss

My pride He’s crucified

 

As I look back, I now can see

That it was Mom, God used to be

A beacon of humility

His beam of Grace to shine toward me

 

I did not, could not understand

The pains she faced, the fears within

Her road of life throughout this land

Because I was a child, back then

 

Concluding Thoughts

For it is pride that causes us to compare one Christian’s walk with our own, always trying to show that we are the greater Christian.  Much like little children, bidding to be the one noticed by our parents as the best.  Yet, God calls us to humility, just as Christ humbled Himself and was obedient to His Father’s will.  Denying Himself, He died on the cross, that we might live.  Such humility He displayed.   And we too are called upon to die to self that He might live through us.

 

DO YOU KNOW CHRIST AS YOUR SAVIOR?

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PREVIOUS POSTS TO CONSIDER:

I Am His Child

Humility, How to Develop and Why it Matters

Worry Free Humility

In Humility Restore a Brother

Other Poetry:

Along the Road of Life

It Begins With Me

 

©Effie Darlene Barba, 2018
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