When He Calls My Name

For months

My mother carried me,

Dreaming of the day

She would see my face

And give me a name.

For years

I heard my name

Called from across the house

Across the yard

Across the street

To come to supper

To come for discipline

To come home.

For me

This name means different things

From different people.

My mom

My friends

My lover

Each say my name

In their own way

And each is special

To me.

For eternity

The Father has known me

Longing for the day

When I will see His face

And hear Him call my name,

The name He has always had for me.

I have never heard it,

But it will be special to me

Because it will be my own.