Father and Son

I was born. I learned how to crawl. I learned how to walk. I learned
how to run.
My Father watched me as I began to crawl. He taught me how to walk.
Then He let me run.
But I ran to far. I got lost.
I ran into a lot of trouble. I walked into a lot of danger. I fell
into a lot of temptation. All I could do now is crawl.
Tears filled my eyes. All around me was darkness. I was afraid.
I screamed out to my Father. He heard me. He came.
His voice was as gentle as a whisper, yet still powerful, like the
sound of rolling thunder.
As He got closer His light caused the darkness to flee. Everything
around me was exposed.
Demons surrounding me screaming for the blood in my veins and the soul
in my chest.
But they feared my Father and ran back into the shadows.
There was peace all around me. There was comfort in his presence.
Everything became still.
He picked me up in His arms. I was safe.
He told me no more running. No more crawling.
He said let's walk together. I told Him as long as He'd hold my hand
and never let go.
He smiled.
"I'll never let go of you just make sure you hold on to me."