Friday, September 5, 2008

A Father's Cry - Poem

Oh my beautiful child, how I love to be with you
Walk by the day in the morning dew

You seem so weary, so weak from strife
If only you'd reach out to me, I would give you life


So burdened, so determined, so strong
I am so proud of you, how can I get you to see you're wrong

My fondness of you holds no bound
I weep over your thoughts of being drown


My child, my child please don't take one more step
For earthly life is rubbish, your call to heaven not yet

Cry out to me and let your tears flow
For I understand, it was I who created the undertow


Trust me, take hold, my grip is true
Reach for me, for I will rescue you


There is no worry or sorrow in my embrace
There is no one lost without a trace


For I have known you from before the earth
I cared for you before your birth


Your are my child, my desire, my deepest love
I will care for you down here from above


Oh my beautiful child, take my hand and walk with me a while
I will care for you in heavenly father style

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