Genuine Journalism
Kissing each child’s forehead
Dancing to the sweet echoing laughter
Squeezing them like a lemon before bed
Reminding them they’re creations of the Maker
And writing about it.
Chasing them in the hot sun
Stirring up clouds of red sand
Tickling each and every one
But never without holding a hand
And writing about it.
Traveling all around the world
Eager for Love to lead
Constantly around God’s pearls
Calming the rumbles I feed
And writing about it.
Most live without a father
But their world is far from over
Many live without a mother
But I will be there to cover
Writing for a magazine
Or maybe just a website
To show the rest what they haven’t seen
That living by faith trumps so by sight
It’s not the journaling that drives me
Or the adventurous experience,
But their ever calling plea;
Perhaps, I was just given a special sense.
And write about it.