The Greatest Father Ever
Unlike any other king, my father is the most powerful
He can build a mansion in seconds still he chose to be humble
He prefers giving to taking for this is his principle
Sacrificing himself selfishly just so I can live on
I remember the way he looked at me when he saw me sick
I could tell he was worried and all he wished for was a speedy recovery
I saw him folding his hands in prayer and blessings was all I felt descending
Many times I wonder why the care is much
So I do things intentionally just to see his wrath
But all I get from him are words of change and such
Which makes me feel guilty and emotionally touched
There was a time he left his throne and came to the street in rags
He heard and saw the bad guys who wanted me beaten to death
He fell and took the blows and bleeds from their knives for me
I couldn't help but scream my hatred for my painful lags
If I could do things over I'll live my life again
and never take it for granted but live with joy and fain
For his hands are soft and kind and his eyes filled with love
He is the God of all gods and THE GREATEST FATHER EVER.
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