I’m not the father I can be
My thoughts, a stupid poem
Memories cutting away
I just wish you were home
Tonight I cleaned your room
An empty bed, dusty toys
A smile to catch the tears
I wake up, maintain poise
His giggles echo in the room
Her smile brightens my day
Joyful hearts and a silly daddy,
Who is trying not to slip away
All I want is to love my God
And be the father he is to me
To guide you my children
To the one who died on the tree
But tonight, I sit here in self loathe
The choices I made, Godly Sorrow
But God in his Mercy, saved me
We shall not worry about the morrow
We have our prayers, trust in God!
In Prayer I can be right there
Trust the Lord, my children
Do not regret, or despair
At night when you miss me
Turn in prayer to our Lord
Seek first his kingdom, trust him!
As your daddy has every tear poured
Know too, that there is Jesus
Salvation by Mercy and Grace
Follow him, my beautiful children
He’ll rescue you from the darkest place
O Blessed be the name of the Lord
He gives and he takes away
Give yourselves to him children
Let your hearts choose to stay!
My Children, I love you
Surround yourself in his Glory
He brings peace and hope,
A happy ending to this story
3 comments:
That poem was most certainly not stupid... That was amazing! To be honest, I don't usually enjoy reading poetry, but the poems you have written about Nevaeh and Lynix that convey your passionate fatherly love for them... Those got me. Keep up the good work; you're doing a great job!!! Mind if I put a link to your blog on mine???
You brought tears of joy to my eyes, bro--I get tears often just thinking of all the Lord has done in you and for you, bro. To see a dad now leading his children to follow the Lord--that's a testimony of grace. I rejoice at each thought of your testimony of His glorious grace!!!
Love you, bro!
-Franz
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