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.
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