From the day we are born
to the day we die,
we are all utterly helpless.
We cannot direct our steps
without falling out of the nest.
Jehovah, please, take hold of us
with your right hand.
Our eyes are barely open;
we cry out for food constantly.
Those who say they do not need you
are fooling themselves.
Without your nourishment and warmth,
we would cease to be.
"Where is the One who fathered us?
Why has He left us?"
He has not left you.
He is merely at the next tree,
watching you, encouraging you.
"You can fly! I would not have given you wings
unless I meant for you to follow me and grow."