small hands

i've seen those eyes brim over with love
i've felt the warmth of her little arms
i've kissed her sleeping forehead with tears
is it possible to see a greater god?

her hands are growing as is her gaze
she gives me hints of glories to come
and worries me when i see pain
but promise i will let her set the terms

this flourishing we are bound to witness
even as we fuss and fear, stand ready at watch
i know i signed up for a helpless plan
to water, to shade, to simply stand at guard

When...

When you come back
Can I cry in your arms
Tell you my woes
Sing you my fears

When you come back
Will you hold me close
Will you let me tell you
Of my hardest fights

When you come back
Will you give me permission
To ask for what's mine
What you take away and go

When you come back
Will you promise to not
Make me feel I ask for too much
Demand what's not mine

When you come back
Will you promise to listen
Even when I struggle to say
How I miss even at my best

When you come back....