A Father's Call
I got a call from a not so stranger
He said, for me he was born in a manger
Treated with spite and hate
Just so am saved from my ill fate
Hung on a tree for birds to feed
The same kind of tree his father met his need
Spat on, beaten, bruised and abused
This he said was for me not to be used.
He told me of His compassion
His unending love and heart full of passion
To see me redeemed
From a fate to which I was doomed
He reminded me of His concern
Even when I seemed not to learn
From my past mistakes and failures
And each I time get into a snare
In my ear he whispered
'Son' is what I deciphered
The voice of a father calling His own
Telling me to go back home.
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