A divine calling- Poem

I wonder/

I wonder what they think?/

I wonder what they really think about me?/

Am I too edgy, too hard in disciplinary action?/

Do they see I’m trying to shape them in a positive reaction?/

Yet still/ I react just trying to get them to see/

Take this mud called experience and rub their eyes gently/

Blind faith can take one far beyond their mental capacity/

Please follow me as I follow Christ on this rocky journey/

Called life/ It knocks you down sometimes it’s hard to rebound/

Gird up your loins like a lion, you are royalty wear your crown/

Never give up or put down, don’t be so proud you can’t cry/

Never have a question in mind you feel you cannot ask why/

Dad will always work the well even when it’s bone dry/

Like squeezing juice from dry turnips until the day that I die/

You know why?/

Because fatherhood is a personification/

Of God the Father and His Son, the ruler of all the nations/

So when I look into those innocent eyes so carefree/

Every time I comprehend my offspring counting on me/

Appalling/

Thank God I have divine help from the fall/

Divine purpose, divine mission, even a divine call/