So here is a taste of some of that bad poetry I was talking about in an earlier post.
you were my hero
the father of my birth
you taught me to walk
and swim in rough surf
you listened when i talked
and advocated for me
you stood up and defended
and taught me not to flee
and i thank you for teaching
me to love the Lord
but you sold out to satan
because you did ignore
the heartbreak of your child
how could you turn away
i needed you to care
but you threw insults in my face
the stabbing pain of hurt
has ripped apart my soul
how could you say such things
to your precious little girl
Jesus was the one
who died upon the cross
for all who lived and breathed
his death was not a loss
He reconciled us to God
and broke the chains of death
his body it was broken
but arose he did with breath
i know this is the truth
that my heavely father cares
when i cry for help
his love for me he shares
so i pray that you return
again to Jesus's cross
for only in its shadow
will our family pay no cost
all healing can be found
in him whose wounds were deep
cut by us and all we've done
and all we do asleep
Oh Holy God, what would I do
if this dear hope were not true
that I am your beloved daughter
precious and worthy and new
today i will rest at peace
in my fathers arms of grace
you may turn your back
but I'll never forget your face
