WHAT HURTS THE MOST ,
IS WHEN I LET MY CHILD DOWN
WHAT HURTS THE MOST ,
IS WHEN I LET MY MOTHER DOWN
WHAT HURTS THE MOST ,
IS WHEN I LET MY FATHER DOWN
WHAT HURTS THE MOST ,
IS WHEN I AM NOT GOOD ENOUGH
WHAT HURTS THE MOST ,
IS THAT I CANT BE PERFECT
WHAT HURTS THE MOST ,
IS I DONT DO ACCORDING TO PLAN
WHAT HURTS THE MOST ,
IS WHEN YOU DISAPROVE
WHAT HURTS THE MOST ,
IS WHEN I SEE YOU CRY MOTHER
WHAT HURTS THE MOST ,
IS WHEN I SEE YOU DISAPPOINTED FATHER
WHAT HURTS THE MOST ,
IS WHEN I SEE MY CHILD HURTTING
WHAT HURTS THE MOST ,
WHEN WE FIGHT
WHAT HURTS THE MOST ,
WHEN YOU WALK OUT ON ME
WHAT HURTS THE MOST ,
WHEN I HAVE LOST IT ALL
My Father you have been to me
my mighty foundation of stability.
You are the soft warm place within my heart
that has been with me from the very start.
You are the stern firm hand of discipline
that corrects me when I sin.
You are a rushing river of mercy
that forgives me in a hurry.
You are my mentor who encourages
and saves me from disappointments scourges.
You are my strong hold that I run to when
evil has over run me again.
You are life’s one true beauty
that I wish that all could see.
You are my source of all I need
and everything that I want to be.
You are my Father my comfort my God and my life,
And I love you forever and that’s all I have to write.
Life on Purpose Live it before you lose it! ©2009
I cried once as a little boy
When I dropped and broke a brand new toy.
My father yelled and chastised me
“Stop crying now you big baby!”
“You’re three years now and that’s much too old
For a boy to cry”, is what I was told.
Whenever I got a hurt look on my face
My father would chide, “Get this baby out of my place!”
So somewhere deep down inside,
My tears found a place to hide;
Never to appear again
To avoid hearing my Dad’s chagrin.
A tough lad I turned out to be;
No emotions ever coming out of me.
I’ll show my Dad I can be a man -
Stoic and unmoving was my plan.
For thirty years a stone face I wore;
No one ever knew I cried before.
An emotionless bastard they labeled me
Not knowing about my history.
They buried Pa the other day;
I followed the coffin all the way;
I don’t know when it did appear -
Down my cheek spilled a single tear.
NOTE: Fiction. My Dad was great and I cried plenty as a boy.
“One man, one woman”
My father will sternly warn me
And severally, oh! Severally
Will he repeat in my hearings
Loudlier than ever saying
“Son will you take on too many woes”?
“Oh! My father” of what do you speak again
My tender heart skipping a hurdle
A firm handshake erupting
Between my pounding heart
And my twinging left eyeball
Cry out then I unto him
“Oh! My father it is, but very early at dawn
And with his eyes wide open
My father beholds the fruit of his loins
Who erstwhile had previously
Been wrapped in swaddling clothes,
A tiny little young creature
My father takes in a deep smiling breath
And another deep breath quick to follow
And calmly says
“Son, my son -do not take on more than you can chew!
Listen boy, listen to me!
Beautiful many a women come,
Poison and woes their abundance bring
But of one man, one woman!
What potent panacea more would you request
One man, one woman boy!
One man, one woman Son.
State of emergency
gives me the urgency.
Save-A-Lot,
the dollar store,
and pit stop to my pharmacy.
I mean my pharmacist,
to pick up a gift.
Swift,
I walk with a pimp limp,
stiff,
from the blistering cold.
Light snow,
mixed,
ice,
rain,
and fifty mile per hour winds
blow,
my Afro dances along
to father winters blizzard song.
Strong,
I continue my mission home.
I roam,
alone,
stoned like a criminal.
Heavy flurries flow,
unlimited weaponry,
from father winters arsenal..
Jared Pickett
2/8/2010
Asavvy1
I've lived in a manner I shouldn't have lived,
And squandered all my father had to give.
Feeding pigs in a distant land!
Will I ever again dine at my father's right hand?
I'm going home!
His father saw him afar off; ran to him; hugged and kissed him,
And made a joyous feast to celebrate!
I've lived the Life I was sent to live.
By My obedience, I could save and forgive!
Perhaps most people would say My cause is lost,
'Cause ahead of Me looms the Cross!
But I'm going Home!
His Father saw Him afar off;ran to Him;hugged and kissed Him,
And made a joyous feast to Celebrate!
I've lived a live for self alone,
Searching in vain for some way to atone!
Now, because of the sacrifice Jesus has made,
God marked my sin-debt fully paid!
So I'm going home!
His Father saw him afar off;ran to him;hugged and kissed him,
And made a joyous feast to celebrate!
Charlie Pelota HSLP March 2002
Below He sees nothing but darkness...
Our world is the darkness...
He sees His children the lights...
We who are not consumed by fright...
They who obey Him...
We who listen...
We hear our Heavenly Father calling out...
Do not stray about...
For if you do you shall be lost...
And you will hear the Devils voice as cold as frost...
Do not obey your Father come with me for Eternity...
Those who listen to the Devil shall spiritually die...
And they`ll cry "This is not our Destiny!"...
We who didn`t obey the Devil shall say...
"That is what happens when we stray..."
"And if you remember your home above the clouds..."
"All was peacefully quite and yet so loud..."
For GOD has made us a promise of Love...
And personally we are as free as Doves...
As I laid my head down
I realize… that I don’t fear him.
As I close my eyes,
I raise my body up,
I kneel down… bent my head… and cry.
Because I don’t fear him.
If he forgives- I know he will-for my sins
I will be please.
My sins are many… many sins I have on my head.
Many sins I have feared repeating out loud,
Just in case anyone hears them.
I wipe the tears that have consumed me
night and day.
Please dear God… console me!
I need you dear father in my life.
Do not disown me,
Lord I pray.
Do not leave me stranded,
In a place so bare.
I got no one.
Everyone one left me.
And I fear you will!
Someone passed close to my door…
I dried my tears out of pride-
I didn’t want anyone to see me crying!
A couple of minutes passed.
No one came!
I blew my nose loudly…
What had I cared!
For my father is the only
Person I shall fear.
Jesus Christ to this World came
To save us just the same
By God the Father was sent
And Jesus knew, what that meant!
But Jesus to His Father still obeyed
And for us His Precious Blood He's shed!
He loved us so much just as well
Even though we all failed and had fell!
Jesus knows it all and doesn't care
He loves us just the way we are!
He was beat-up so bad and crucified
And for you and me in the Cross He died!
:(
Open my eyes Lord let me keep living
For I know that you kept me here for a reason
A chosen one, something my father once said
Honorable while my mother is in this bed
Keep me in your hands Lord
Put your breath in me
Fill me with your life Lord
Safe as I can be
Growing and Growing Lord
So my mother and father can see
That you have answered there plea
Let me keep living Lord
In your walk I will be
Let me keep living Lord
To show the world
What I will come to be...
Dedicated to Josh and Nilsa