wmanion
08-09-2007, 10:53 PM
Not My Father
Shadows engulfing the soul of the lost,
Desperate to find salvation no matter the cost.
Freedom lies within the heart of the soul,
But hypocrisy has taken its toll.
Told of a love divine that is unconditional,
Told that your thoughts of love are fictional.
Told to be anything other that your self,
Told to be a book upon a dusty shelf.
A book that no one must open and read,
A book where wisdom must remain a seed.
For rejection is what will encompass your soul,
And banish the dream that will make you whole.
But these are lies told to deny your right,
Of a loving father who has fought the fight.
Of a love that is truly unconditionally defined,
Of comfort and acceptance for you to find.
Heed not the words of condemnation and despair,
Of misguided souls who proclaim they care.
For he knows the thoughts in your heart and soul,
He knew from the beginning he created you whole.
What kind of a father turns his back on his child?
Leaving him to the wolves that roam the wild,
Not the father of love that I worship and praise,
And will continue to love for all of my days.
Mac McClure
August 2, 2007
Shadows engulfing the soul of the lost,
Desperate to find salvation no matter the cost.
Freedom lies within the heart of the soul,
But hypocrisy has taken its toll.
Told of a love divine that is unconditional,
Told that your thoughts of love are fictional.
Told to be anything other that your self,
Told to be a book upon a dusty shelf.
A book that no one must open and read,
A book where wisdom must remain a seed.
For rejection is what will encompass your soul,
And banish the dream that will make you whole.
But these are lies told to deny your right,
Of a loving father who has fought the fight.
Of a love that is truly unconditionally defined,
Of comfort and acceptance for you to find.
Heed not the words of condemnation and despair,
Of misguided souls who proclaim they care.
For he knows the thoughts in your heart and soul,
He knew from the beginning he created you whole.
What kind of a father turns his back on his child?
Leaving him to the wolves that roam the wild,
Not the father of love that I worship and praise,
And will continue to love for all of my days.
Mac McClure
August 2, 2007