Wait For Me – Part 1

I came upon knee high grass,
With golden tops of grain,
A rustle of sound caused me pause,
As it approached from just above.

A little boy came running at me,
Arms out with face aglow,
I recognized him instantly,
The ginger hair and freckles of my son.

His skin was clean and cool,
His hair like combing silk,
His hug a perfect fit,
At my neck, cheek to cheek.

Leaping frogs and dancing songs,
Butterflies and dandelion wishes,
My emotions spread over the hills,
No games were out of bounds.

Then Jesus joined in the games,
He jumped, played and sang,
Just another one of the boys,
In this heaven that waits for me.