who am I?

Moments flurry past, time waits for none
I was supposed to be new
But as the chance pounces I run
Back.
A still voice reminds me of Love
Yet the numb uncircumcised heart gives it a shove
Such a pity really
For the Father is constant,
Yet the as soon as the tot realises
The seed is plucked

Enter shame. Enter repentance.
Is this an unending cycle?
For woe upon him who does go back willingly.

And thus He call out
Through His disciples
And so He weeps
For that lamb to be found!

Enter His Word
Perusing and questioning
the inner soul's thoughts and intentions

The tot pales upon realising
that the shame has ceased
making place for apathy

Expecting for a miracle
Or something extraordinary
The child searcheth
Blindly
Not knowing of the growing rift.

No time to wait on Him
Yet ample of opportunity to let in curiosity knocking
Tis a shame that the child does not knoweth
That things seen are only for a moment.

I had to read this several times. There is pain here. We want so much to have some ending encouragement, some hope, but it does not come. We do not easily accept that some are lost.

Well done.