Listen, My Son
listen, my son
to the wind's unspoken words
(as subtle as moonbeams)
carried on wings of the birds
for no man made pleasure
can fill a man's soul
no synthetic sunbeams
can pay heaven's toll
so, listen, my son
to your young beating heart
authentic and fierce
you've held it right from the start
so, listen
so closely
and never forget
that a father's great love
(for you and forever)
has never compared
to a Creator's love yet.
Copyright © Andrew Foreman | Year Posted 2014
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