Forgive Me, Father

Words are not enough To thank you, Father I can't even haveto say it I just want to write It down to the water To sing it to a melody To jot it in a poem That you are so Handsome In all the handsomest in the world, Father You are more than an Artist In all the artist of the world, Father You are the Great Botanist You make things that has life to grow You don't escape your process Everything is nicely done You are a Great Florist You arrange flowers so beautifully That no lovers would complain You are a Great Comforter You comfort every sad heart You discard every part that is ugly You pacify a weary soul For me the most part is that You are a Great Forgiver You forget that I'm a sinner You forget that once I'm a prodigal son A black sheep, a vagabond, a nobody Yet, you still accept me of who I am Thank you, Father for the love And compassion of my soul.