Remaining a baby

I'm aging,
Nevertheless, I still crawled in your sights;  
Sucking on my fingers, and pacifiers, and Crying  
The time keeps on clocking,
tick tock but I'll be a vicenarian next tomorrow,
I'll be a grown-up man
But do I still look like a baby in thy sight?
Dear God,
I have killed a grown-up man in my heart
I'm a young offender
And yet you named me juvenile
Will I ever look like a baby:
Ever innocent in thy sight?
Thus I'm grateful for aging in Thy grace