Big Baby (Zep 3:17)
Days of irritation
Periods of extreme frustration
Tears uncontrollable
Fists clenched tight
Waves and waves of tsunamic hits
A heart in terror waits
Fragile soul, helpless feelings
Moanings and groanings
Cries from within the deep
Suddenly a hand, No! Two arms
Picks me up
Holds me close to his chest
Tight hugs
Feels good and secure
Begins to hear the heartbeat
He begins to sing
My favourite song
Turmoil fades
Comfort ...
Loved ...
Calm ...
Falling asleep ...
Big baby darling
Safe in the arms of Yahweh
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