He Is Here

In the feeding of bottles
And the spooning of cereal
In the wiping of faces
And the wiping of tears

He is here

As cleft lips are kissed
And toes are rubbed
And smiles are coaxed

He is here

In the sicknesses
In the surgeries
In the uncertainties

He is here

In the lullabies that are sung
And the books that are read
And the prayers that are whispered
Pleading for health
For hope
For home

He is here

And I find that this call to go
To the poor, the outcast, the defenseless
To give, to serve, to love
Is also a call to come
To come and find Him
Here
In these faces
In these smiles
In these tears

Because He hears their cries
He knows their needs
And in Him they find mercy

As a Father to the fatherless
He is here

"Though my father and mother forsake me, the LORD will receive me."  Psalm 27:10