Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Waiting for Your Kiss

The title is not what it seems. But here's my point, do you consider yourself as a child who only comes home to your Father when you need Him - when bruised and hurt? And then, when everything becomes clear, you set off and leave Him. 

I think, I am still that child.

My poem Waiting for Your Kiss. As I consider 'kiss' for affection and love.