How love raises a boy

He’s singing to the baby over the monitor. A love song.

Our babes, who know nothing but tears dried,hunger fed, bad dreams battled with the comfort of mommy and daddy’s bed, cold blanketed, and sickness soothed. Our sweeties whose parents live to see their comfort preserved, their health sustained, and their lives absent of anything that might bring them harm.

And yet, in the moments before sleep, the love song.

“…and when i’m weary and overwrought          

with so many battles left unfought

I think of Paul and Silas in the prison yard          

I hear their song of freedom rising to the stars          

I see the shepherd moses in the pharaohs court          

I hear his call for freedom for the people of the Lord…”

His head nods heavy against his Daddy.

A whole world sits beyond his bedroom window. And as his Daddy whispers his song, he is baptized in the tears of faith as they fall on his baby fine hair.

“…and when the Saints go marching in         

I want to be one of them…”

Do you hear that, son? The call to love?

“…I see the long quiet walk along the underground railroad          

I see the slave awakening to the value of her soul          

I see the young missionary and the angry spear          

I see his family returning with no trace of fear          

I see the long hard shadows of calcutta nights          

I see the sister standing by the dying man’s side          

I see the young girl huddled on the brothel floor          

I see the man with a passion come kicking down that door

I see the man of sorrow and his long troubled road          

I see the world on his shoulders and my easy load…”

I listen closely over the monitor. Is there a better way to love than to impart these words, this heritage? A better way to raise a boy child into a man, but with this love song for a world in need?

“…and when the Saints go marching in         

I want to be one of them…”

He’s singing our boy to sleep with words that will keep, and a faith that can change the world.

Lyrics from “When the Saints” by Sara Groves


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