Son To Father Poems | Examples
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in spring rain
father teaches son to fish
getting his feet wet
The love of God, it is so wide,
That all who will, may in it bide.
When Jesus on the cross did die,
God’s love was echoed in His cry.
The love of God is strong and long,
Echoing like an endless song.
The one who has no birth nor end,
Came down to earth to be man’s friend.
The love of God, it is so high,
Extending far beyond the sky.
God’s Son with love from heaven came,
To wipe from man sin’s searing shame.
The love of God flows oh, so deep,
Causing His broken heart to weep.
Desiring our hearts to win,
God sent His Son to save from sin.
Because God saw me, lost, accursed,
and made the choice to love me first.
I choose to cease from sin and strife
and give to Him my heart and life.
I acknowledge You' are my eternal Father, I was
Born an earthly birth, in a corner of a universe
That drew its breath, from Your word rather
More You were, and are and will be; no mortal
Thing çan ever conquer me.' Though i know my
Parents bore and nurtured me, its you who alone
Who own the whole; the spirit heart and soul of
Me.' You sent your son to, get me freed.! from any
Trace of death dark seed, co-heir with Christ my
Opened eyes do see, i lift Your name in all in Majesty
My only hope and trust and guide, i place in You
Forever and ever, and much more besides.! I thank
You Father, for victory won, and the Holy Spirit dear
Lord; who always overcomes, the shadows of any fear.
Father cannot go cycling as he is old
To him, his grown up son once told
"It will take you long to recoup
If fall down, you'll surely droop"
Father quietly prayed for his son to be bold.
16.8.2020
FAMILY FARM - PASSING IT ON
Grandfather never dreamed of taking help from anyone.
Grandma was always there at his side, from the crack of dawn.
They were laid to rest together, where they chose to lay,
never thinking the farm would end this way.
Daddy was never one for taking help from anyone.
Mama was proud to be at his side, on the family farm.
They were laid to rest together, where they chose to be,
leaving the family farm to you and me.
Father to son. And son to son.
But keep it passing on.
Working a dream when hope was gone,
but keep it passing on.
Grandfather's here, and Daddy is here,
they kept it passing on,
now we hear the auctioneer
passing it on.
© Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
I taught my son to shave today
Whiskers only he can see
The reflection in the mirror was
A yesteryear one of me
So serious and timidly
Careful with every move
He rinsed away the remaining suds
And again his face was smooth
I taught my son to shave today
With a solidly steady hand
He walked in my bathroom a little boy
And walked out a proud young man