The Bubble of God’s Love
(For my dear friends Chuck and Linda Lynch)
Carole Stolz, 4th April 2010
The baby slides into the world into the perfect bubble.
Mum and Dad adoringly protect her from the trouble
as in her childhood, safe, secure she crawls and sits and stands
then totters her first step amidst applause from all her fans.
But later on at five or six or nine, eleven or fourteen
it may be when she fails at school or makes bad choices courting.
Cruel and hard reality will pop her perfect dream
the nightmare starts and unprepared, suddenly she’s weaned.
For quite a while she searches all perversions purpose-seeking
sex and drugs and alcohol, her bubble it’s past leaking
as hopelessness, loneliness, depression fear and pride
all plague her and her heart it breaks somewhere deep inside.
Memories of the perfect bubble haunt her waking hours
till one day she encounters God and feels his healing powers.
A decision stands before her just like a watershed
in one direction the choice of life
in the other she stays dead.
She must decide to follow or choose the loneliness forever
without God’s hand protecting her as from rain does an umbrella.
She turns around and runs inside the bubble she so craves
And God the Father welcomes her and at this birth he saves.
The bubble‘s not naivety but innocence instead
It’s about a loving marriage and not cheap sex in bed
It’s all about contentment, not public image, perfect face.
It’s a life of resting in his love not striving to earn grace.
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