| Papa's Love |
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Papa peered out the misty window, Gazing in the evening light. It was time for the pleasant evening chat, To savor all the days delight, As usual, just before the rest of night. But, now, the lamp was burning ever low And flickered on the sill. He should be coming soon. The hearth is always glowing, warm. To be together is the Father's will. Something must have happened. He's usually here, with me. So, Papa rose to check for shadows Falling on the path. But, Wherever could he be? Now, Papa knew the time had come To wander out and call. His child was lost, for sure, Rambling in the dark of night; Maybe even had a fall. With heavy heart He left His place, Calling out his name, "My dear son, where are you? My child, I love you. Are you crying out in pain?" Then, soft and feeble came the answer, Frightened in it's plea, "I heard You in the garden. But, in shame, I turned away. For, You won't be pleased with me". The Father's heart was breaking. His beloved child had lost the trust. Broken, now, their cord of love And every precious evening dialogue Lay shattered in the dust. For, the child had heard a louder voice (Thinking it was soft, enticing, smooth) Echoing with the sound of love; Maybe brighter, richer, fuller, With all delight to soothe. But, now, that taste was bitter. For, the voice brought only chains. Regret raged within the darkness And, as the agony of sorrow fell, He staggered in the pain. But, deeper yet, the Father's love; No debt of sin could thwart His plan. For, He could heal this cruel grief And release the grip of death In the heart of every man. He would have His Son die With all the guilt placed upon His soul. His death could break the power of sin, To give life, so any child can be whole. And, now, it is done. Papa sighs, contentedly, While He watches, at the hearth, All His children, returning home In pure delight, come skipping up the path. Little ones sit, happily, upon His knee Or rest at His feet, with loving gaze, And all are singing songs of joy (Grateful for the Father's love) With never ending praise. |
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