Being the Kind of Dad God Wants Me To Be
I remember reading the Bible to my son.
However... What a mess
I have become!
My children were once proud of their dad.
Now, they are embarassed and sad.
I once lived a godly life. I really did!
Just look at me now.
And how I live!
Things in life I once called "evil," and "sin."
Are causing me to stumble, once again.
God's word I once held ,
as a "priceless treasure."
I have traded in for whatever
gives me "pleasure."
What kind of father am I
really going to be?
What kind of example will
my family find in me?
Will I grow stubborn to God
as I grow in age?
Neglecting his way of living...
With anger and rage?
I need HIM to bring peace
to my troubled soul.
I ask you Jesus to cleanse
and make me whole.
Restore unto me the
joy of my salvation.
By your blood,... I can now be
a new creation!
Words alone cannot adequetly express.
This family God has given to me.
I am so blessed!
By Jim Pemberton
2008
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2011
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