FIRST FRUITS

(Exodus 22:29b)



He was first …
And though he was laid in my arms
In the wee dark hours
Of a June morn’ years past
He doesn’t belong to me…
He remains Yours
By a uniqueness
First-borns share
Within Your heart.

His days of ease
Number few among the days spent here
And as his daily journey
Travels lands
That break my heart
His heart-lands
Belong to You
Who alone understands
The road he must travel home

He remains Yours
Though my heart would hold him fast
Would ease his pain
Would smooth his way
But I remind myself
He is not mine
But rests within Your Father’s heart
Who surely knows
Every road he travels.

He was first …
First in my heart
First in my arms
First to know my voice
Amidst the multitude of wounding voices
That would come and dog his steps
And turn his heart
Toward lonely wilderness wanderings
Where Your Voice he will hear

So I will rest
For he was first …
And firsts belong to You




© DeAnna L. Brooks
30 January 2005