[Diver Dave]

Your poem is wonderful!

[amom]

Checking in with continued prayers up.

[NicknamedBob]

God and Fathers

When I invited God inside,
The humble dwellings where I'd hide,
I worried there was room about,
Inside the space that I'd laid out.

Like Daddy's head within the halls,
Of forts I'd made with cardboard walls,
Not knowing at the time that he,
Extended more than I could see.

For he was there! I saw his eyes,
And so it came as great surprise,
His hands could act outside my view,
To be in other places too!

But God and Fathers have the means,
Of being there in many scenes.
When life makes inroads to our joy,
It's good to be God's little boy.

My father kept my hand in his,
Until I learned where danger is,
And even though I may be grown,
This child of God is not alone.

In all the places that I roam,
But mainly in my humble home,
You'll think I am alone in there,
But God's around me, everywhere.

NicknamedBob . . . . . January 15, 2012