By Tara Young
I have a little shadow. She follows me around.
She does everything that I do. She mimics every sound.
Each word, each sound, and every move I make
Her little eyes inside do take.
She stores them in her memory and sometimes they come out,
In ways that are embarrassing and humbly I will pout.
From the Bible I did stray and chose that day to swerve.
Not following your will, your Word I did not observe.
You see my little shadow is a tiny girl.
A 3-year-old with years untold watching my life as it unfurled.
What do my words teach her? Are they training her in truth?
Or am I teaching her to tell a lie in her formidable youth.
Do my actions, which I show,
Send her to the cross where I pray for her to go?
Today as my shadow follows me, help me Lord I pray.
To take each tender moment to show her You today.
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