May it mark one of many more
where you grow on to what before
was in the mind of your father
God the maker of our laughter;
well, the sense of humour in us,
honour, and glory, to win us.
Be happy with those baby steps,
to weep (and walk) as Jesus wept.
And then, there's no denying it,
you will become, as Jesus did,
mature, and learn through suffering,
some things go slow (like buffering).
We don't have to knot our nickers,
or resort to snarls & snickers,
but can, like those little children,
cry, and smile "thanks", when he filled 'em.
Amen.
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