Not all of us can celebrate
The fathers that we had on earth,
For some of us had fathers grim,
From the first day our moms gave birth.
Our lives with “Dad,” oh, they were sad,
We feared him much when he got mad.
We never knew when he’d lash out,
So we were scared, without a doubt.
But then we learned of Jesus’ love,
And of our Father up above,
And of the love they have for us,
And that brought comfort, we felt loved.
And so in absence of the man,
Who was my father, flesh in hand,
My Father God did take his place,
He is the Dad I celebrate.
Father’s Day in America
An Original Work / June 16, 2024
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