Christian Poetry: My Vow

MY VOW

That my eyes are fixed,

On a new born babe,

Wrapped in swaddling clothes.

That my hands would grab,

Nail pierced hands,

Stretched forth to me.

That my heart would trust,

One not seen,

But not unseen.

That my feet would tread,

Footpaths of Him,

That goes ahead.

Ìyétidé