Father Time
My shelter, my Patriarch, that has showed the way for me,
Through great words of wisdom and personal misery.
I see the struggles and trials that he goes through daily,
Fighting the enemy by tooth and nail just to keep from going crazy.
Amazingly he wins by the grace of God,
But it’s the grace of God that keeps him together faithfully strong in his arms.
Disarming the enemy with every testimony ever spoken,
Because through his brokenness he has overcame.
No longer ashamed but renamed by the King,
Bringing forth all of his problems to be whiped clean.
So, with every ounce of strength he’s given me,
I will live through my father’s instructions.
Deconstructing every trap and chain placed in my way,
Because he has set the path for me on this father’s day.
Though there will still be pain,
And there will be storms that the serpent has planned.
But I have no worries; my dad can take it,
He’s superman.
Copyright © Aaron Mcintosh | Year Posted 2016
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