Sleeping Giant Father To The Fatherless
I take a second to look at my newborn son’s face. It
takes less than a moment to know I would die in my son’s
place. So God, why did you give up your Son? Sons need
fathers. So me and my best friend have sons – Same year,
tight life. And we want them to have faith, hope, love,
living the right life. And I know I would die before I
give up my son. Our sons need father. Father to the
fatherless. Son of my vows, son of my strength, son in
the faith. Follow the path of the cross. Sons need
fathers. Every curse of the fathers – Washed in His
blood, healed by His pain. Jesus, I know you know how we
feel, as you watched your Father. As He turned His face
away so we would feel that way again. And I would never
turn away. That would cause my one and only son too much
pain. For the only begotten.
