Dads New Groove
I heard my Dad singing and playing the piano a few rooms away.
Ripples of wonder poured over me and the Holy Spirit filled all the empty space in my life that day.
A new assurance, a powerful dominance vibrating and emanating
from my Dad's mouth.
A power of divinity, the sound of many waters that had all dominions of demons running south.
In his voice, I could tell Dad had a new groove.
He possessed an unshakable faith that no one could move.
He sang as though Angels were in command of his voice.
I hear people speak to Dad saying have a good day.
My Fathers reply would always be, I have no choice.
Copyright © Wayne Smith | Year Posted 2022
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