A MAN CALLED DAD

You are the man called dad

When as a child I cared not

That your soul as mine-lost

GOD to us mattered only little

My thoughts were as a child

Yours the world called dutiful

Life sent me down many path

Some led to times of great joy

Others moments of aching sorrow

You marched confidently on

I became a man of confusion

Sundays being told of GOD

Monday nowhere was he found

Twisted by two competing worlds

Sunday’s GOD Monday’s man

My mother’s willing faith

Father’s rebellious life’s desires

I lived only to survive the day

Awaiting each sunrises wrath

Praying for a nights forgetfulness

Drowning out daylights screams

Darkness consumed my life’s light

My LORD continued to call me

Earthly father didn’t you also hear

You refused to listen to the voice

My life I gave to his Lordship

Now I am called to ask you of you

Will you look at my life present?

Think of my life lived in the past

Know of the sweet voice I heard

Turn from that which holds you

Be consumed by the Master’s love

The dusk of your life arrives soon

Will you await me in his presence?

If the king asks “do I know you”?

Will he then remember my prayers?

Yes you are the man called dad