Eternity in My Arm
by Steve Loggins
12/24/2010
A nursing Child lays on her breast,
greedily feeding as infants do,
I gaze in wondrous love on this,
my wife and Child, old and new.
I’ve held eternity in my arm,
this Child of promise, Child of hope.
No man wants his child to come to harm
How can a mother and father cope?
I long to know what's yet to be,
will The Child see more joy than misery?
“Man's born to trouble”, so good Job said
and history confirms this truth
And all of us find the problem's spread
by the time we grow to a youth
A nature to sin, to go our way,
To leave the Lord who loves
This Child with heaven in Him may
restore our Image from above.
For He is my child to care for now,
yet not my child, in fact
For God sent His Son, He allows
Redemption within this act.
This Child is more than just a child,
He is the Promise of God
Now, it seems, that Glory smiled
and ended sin’s façade.
(edited 12/4/24)
