Fathers’ Love

                                                                  

My father’s care so stable;

Worries my faith can’t topple.

Strong arms with ease I’m lifted,

Living swing, and bough to climb;

Full of unshakeable trust.

 

My father’s love was shrouded

Neath a robe of stern firm hand.

Stirring awe bordering fear,

How long bide thus, I know not.

Did it ever disappear?

 

His respect and admiration

O’er flowed as reputation,

Washed over me as well;

Now know firm truth uprightness

His child inherits in will.

He held his peace and listened

Cost: being misunderstood.

A nudge now and then given

Problem solved! no help needed,

Or so he helped me to feel.

 

Tender love securely secured,

Every so often its leaked;

Bathes father and son sweetly.

As on his shoulders riding

Great mem’ries stored so gently.

 

The struggles and vict’ries won,

Like Jacob’s at Jabbok burn.

The night I held my first-born

The brass-bound love of father,

Explodes as blooming roses.

 

Great God! Our heavenly Father,

Your love, Your manna, Your care;

So precise, so generous,

Dependable, trustworthy,

A pattern we can mirror.