Child of Mine
By
Eva McCall
One day I comforted a small child’s cry
For a mother who had gone away
But to no avail.
Then a man’s hand reached out and
touched the child and said,
“I love you still.
Yesterday a young girl looked at me
with eyes filled with agony and said,
“Why doesn’t someone care?”
Then the man’s hand reached out and
brushed a tear from her check and said,
“Child of mine I care.”
Today an old woman reached out to me
and said, “I’m afraid to die.”
The man reached out and caressed the
well-worn hand and said,
“Fear not, I am always with you.”
Then I turned and looked at this man
and said, “Lord, you know I can’t.”
And his gentle face smiled back at me
and he said, “Not you,but I.”
…this man from Galilee.