“I love the LORD, for he heard my voice; he heard my cry for mercy. Because he turned his ear (bent down) to me, I will call on him as long as I live.” Psalm 116:1-2
O bend low, sweet God.
I am just a little girl
wanting you to
incline your ear to me.
Eager for you to
turn your head toward me.
I am a small child.
Persistently speaking,
wanting so much for you to hear.
Unabashedly touching
the hem of your sleeve.
Boldly tugging
for your undivided attention.
Wistfully longing
for your face to turn toward mine.
Bend down to me.
Please bend down, I pray.
You must bend because
even on my tip-toes I can not
reach that high.
Who are you to bend so low?
Who am I to ask?
You bend so low because you are my father.
I ask because I am your child.
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