Short Like A Father Poems

God's criticism towards our life 
Is like a father-&-son relationship
-- he disciplines us well with peace...

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I often feel as though my first love is like a father:
Fulfilling my needs, but he always leaves me to wonder
If he would commit to being the one meant to be my lover....

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Ray and Judy U loved me
like a father when I had none
Ray was my friend; he brought me in
I am so sorry I let him down.
I will Love till
The sands of time
blow all my
tents
down
Thank
U 
True colors
always
shine
thru
Like A Rainbow !!!


4 june 2011...

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You've been there for me
Through thick and thin
You're like my father
Just subtract the abuse
I wonder what you see in me
To be so kind to the unkind
I may have hurt myself
But it is only because I hurt
I love you my dearest friend
And I hope you do too
For you are like a father
I never knew

Dedicated to John. . ....

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God sees your every tear
  and puts them in a bottle;
God hears your every cry
  and writes down your prayers.

God reaches for your soul
  to touch it like a Father;
God draws near your heart
  to give comfort and ease cares.

And God wants to show
  you all that he can do.
God wants you to know
  He is right there with you....

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Like a father
I am security
I don't bother
I just survive
I must suffer
For this world
I must carry on
For my girl
To survive...

I take the blows
Life won't give in
Why should I?
Will I ever win?
Who the hell knows?
I won't give up
Just one more blow
That's the stuff

All the struggles
All the hate
It's a lifetime
It was fate
It is sacred
It is scary
I must make it
I must carry...

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She was a beacon, lighting up many dark nights.
There were two relationships of which I am aware.
One was an immature romance filled with toxicity.
The other was paternal and practically none existant.

I attempted personal intervention with one and failed.
I loved and guided her like a father and made a difference.
My granddaughter recently entered her eternal heavenly rest.
And I?  May it be said of me, "He has done what he could"....

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Spare the rod, spoil the child;
We should take care of our children now;
Just as God does for us...
The Lord is...
The Lord is like a father;
A father to His children;
We are His children;
Father tender and compassionate you those who fear Him;
God, I'm your child an adult now, share not your rod,
like a father
Reprimand me Father I'm your child

written word by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©


Psalm 103:13...

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There is a person in everyone's life,
Who can smile in every strive.
      He is always the cover page for every new file,
      And can hide all his grief in his beautiful smile.
I want to cherish all the moments together ,
There is no ne in the world like a father.
      His is like a trunk who holds all the leaves,
      Our ultimate goal must be to give him all relives.
No one can understand his feelings,
He is the best medicine for all the healings....

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I am alone.
I fight everything off
after I push it all away
I watch it play
Like a bad movie at the end of the day
I shaped it out of clay
and like a father watching his son play
I want to find a way
to be there every day
but I see that I can't
I'm just a washed-up man
like sand, the tide will redeliver me
maybe then I'll be free
or maybe I'll get locked up
and they'll throw away the key
I wish I could, and I know
nothing in this world is set in stone...

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To love my Mom, it came with a price
Three young kids who weren’t so nice
We gave you hell all day and night
Cause we didn’t think it was right

In place of my dad, you never tried to be
But you were just like a father to me
The lessons in life I learned from you
Will live in my heart and carry me through

You were taken from us so fast
But your love will always last 
And now I must say Goodbye
To a swell and wonderful guy


In loving memory of Calvin Norris
Your legacy will never leave us...

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Somebodies gathering dust, in the 
blue-grey twilight;  I see him, but
not his hidden face;  he stoops down,
like a father with his child, but he
has no busy rattle, 
but a dust-pan and a brush,
for scooping up the livid, fiery
dust

yes, I’ve seen him here before,
but more often, in parks with swings
and busy market floors

yet, today is not the same; no, no it’s not 
the same at all; and when  I ask him, why?
he slowly turned around and said, 
 ” I’ve come to gather you,”...

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