Imagine the Plea of an Adoptive Parent

Imagine the plea of an adoptive parent
When the child turns to what he's been saved from
And becomes societal's errant
Blowing each chance with a mind drugged numb...

Your past was barely known
When I brought you home
At barely three months old
You were adorable to behold

You started school very young
As a whip of a thing you sprung
With good friends and birthday parties
How these memories must please...

And, always I have been there
To let you know I care
As a parent I’ve lent support
In varied ways, at great effort

But now, I pause…
As you must too
For there are laws
And, they apply to you

Consider your ways
Where you want to go
Your back sliding days
Repeatedly show

You have hands that serve you
And programs await
Think hard what you’ll do
Before it’s too late

What you see in the mirror
Has an expiration date
And the 30’s get nearer
The longer you wait

When you were born
You were, oh so frail
And now I’m torn...
For you’re back in jail

Imprisoned in a body
That has taken control
Doing what's ungodly
Is that but your goal?

Please ask for help
From all whom you meet
Fight for yourself
For a new life to greet

And truly there is one
Who can get you cleaned up
It's our Savior who has won
All the dregs from your cup

I know that He stands and waits
With loving arms reaching out
That you might enter His gate
To begin again- I have no doubt

A dear friend and recent convert is taking a break from being a physical presence in her son's life. She is only writing to him while he is in jail this time. He doesn't seem to want to change- and feels sorry for himself at the same time. She asked me to write him a poem because she feels she nags so much...Well, I think a plea is not nagging... This young man had been a fetal alcohol baby. He has an innocence about him that makes you want to protect him. He gets in with the wrong crowd and is in and out of jail- breaking his parole...