FATHER, NOW I KNOW

Father, now I know
How it hurts you though I was never told.

You call me by name before I was conceived
You have the best plan for me beyond believe.

In my young faltering steps
Your hands were always there to guide and protect.

When I grow old enough to run
Ignored your warning to have some fun.

I wandered into the hubble-bubble of the game
Amidst the clamouring noise and jostling frames

I grabbed a hand in the jumble
Mistaken that it would help me from my stumble

I heard your voice trailing, ' Come back to me.........'
But I was whisked away before I agreed.

By the time I see you again
I was nothing but a broken man.

Years of wandering left me in defeat
My eyes are frail and my voice is weak.

I said, 'Father, do you know this wretched soul?'
You said, 'My child, you are never out of my sight,
Come home, my lamb, into my fold.'

Father, now I know
How much it hurts you though I was never told.


~ by Joanna ~