The Child

I was the child
of desperate ideals
I wanted to know
what was real
I was the child
who wanted to want You more
than anyone had before  

I became the child
of bitter desolation
Confusion crowded in
as I hurried to reach
my final destination  

But You never let go
You were bigger than the child
Oh my saving grace
When I wanted to lose my place
losing my place-
twisting my face-
seeking Your face-
seeking Your grace...  

I was the child
Asking again
Finally at the end
Ready to begin  

You loved the child
And You made the man
You made a way
‘Cause You understand