Father's Day Poem- " A FATHER'S CRY"

  GREETINGS! WELCOME BACK MY FAMILY TO F.A.F.B.S. A`-men!

 I have been working on a Father’s Day Poem that will reflect the lives of many father’s that are

sadly broken in the spiritual view of a child of children. The worlds of children are becoming deceased (spiritually or naturally).

Let’s Pray:

Dear Lord God; I thank You for my life and my spiritual walk with You as my Father and Lord; You have never left me nor forsook me when it was just me with my family and mom. Thank you for my mother that prayed everyday day and night to You, needing You to protect us because dad was not there; so for that God I will always Praise Your Holy Name. A`-men!

Lesson: A POEM titled “A FATHER’S CRY” Reflecting Proverbs 22:6; Ephesians 6:1-3

                                            “A FATHER’S CRY”

Have you ever heard a father’s cry, a cry that’ll make a thousand small children sigh, leaving the child standing and wondering why? Why, does this man cry?

Hearing this father, is a thousand father’s cry; their wailing is heard and people sympathize, for hearing the young men’s cry leaves every soul around them to wonder why? Why, does these young father’s cry?

This is their cry! Where the father’s are in all these children’s lives? WHERE YOU ARE a young man asks as he views is father texting; perplexing the simplicity of fathering his child(ren).

Father’s continuously watches how their child(ren) cries, with heart felt streams of tears filling the well’s of their eyes with tears that has dried to dry tear tracks that lies on the face of every child that cries for a daddy that steals and lies.

Where’re the fathers of this world? Come forth my father from your selfish grave and give life to my soul that thirst for living water that saves.

How can you live so selfishly, un-predictably and carelessly allow the enemy to come in my heart and try to kill me. I’M YOUR CHILD; and every time you look in another child’s face they have just become your child that gets rejected over and over again.

 

I’M YOUR CHILD; not your X- Box; your Play Station or your Laptop fb friends you’ve allowed to come in. My soul has become roamed in a no roaming zone and the enemy is on the verge of over-throwing my spiritual throne when all I ever wanted is for my daddy, my father to come home.

Father’s “train up your child in the way they are to go so when their old they will never depart from it” (Proverbs 22:6). Instead daddy’s has trade their child’s; childhood dreams into night mare’s of hell that scream’s your daddy isn’t there, he doesn’t care, he doesn’t love you so life isn’t fair.

So many children aren’t taught by parents any more they are taught by over worked mothers, grandparents, great grandmother’s; now their peers have a hand in raising families of sisters and brothers.

So now my daddy, I leave you sadden, because you hadn’t realized the contempt and demise, you put in my heart and mind; you’re now feeling the loss of your own child.

Everyday I woke up regretting all life is and not enough time spent with getting to know my dad and I your child, now this is your trial your only child is now departed leaving you with the same tears that filled the wells of your child’s eyes; leaving tear tracks on your face after I your child has died.

I’m Minister Evangelist Lorraine Munerlyn, I pray that you and your family of children will be richly blessed on Father’s Day! This poem doesn’t apply to all earth fathers; but more fathers are crying on the inside then there needs to be. Father’s your children are your seeds sown in the womb of a woman (mother); it’s up to you (father) to cultivate and finish what you started. Don’t allow the seed or seeds to die. The children are thirsty water their souls with your love because if you don’t the devil will surly try. Peace and Blessings in Jesus Name! A`-men and a`-men!