A Father's Compassion

Sitting at the breakfast table, you looked so helpless
Sipping on your O.J., you were stricken with an awful sickness.
I reached out to caress your head, hoping to briefly relieve my boy’s infection,
Then off to work I went with a heart full of a father’s compassion.

Driving away, I began contemplating a familiar verse
The one that says God gave His only Son to reverse the curse.
Soon a thought crossed my mind as I longed to be by your side,
“God the Father sent His Son to die!”

Though He loved Him from eternity past,
In His incomparable wisdom He sent forth this Utter Righteousness.
This is astounding love for sinners like you and me
God sacrificed and raised His Son, promising eternal life for whoever believes.

You will soon be back to normal, confident of this I am
But a spiritual sickness will remain, a sinful heart you inherited from Adam.
Unlike a common illness, this spiritual ailment is infinitely beyond me

Behold the love of God in giving His only Son—Repent and believe!

Poetry Forthcoming

December 28, 2006

Dear Katie and Luke:

As I was slipping off to sleep last night, I started to write poetry in my mind. I put together four lines about Katie at age 4, and then I fell asleep. When I awoke, I had completely forgotten the poem (sorry Kate!), but I had a new desire--write poetry to and/or about the kids!

I think that what has inspired me to do this is my growing appreciation for hymns. Unfortunately, I didn't listen very well in school when we talked about different types of poetry, so for now I'll just try to rhyme. Nevertheless, I just wrote a poem and it was a great exercise because it stretched me to think through how to communicate events and Truth in a different way.

I hope you enjoy your father's feeble attempts.

I Love You,
Daddy

Daddy's Nicknames for Katie

Dear Katie:

200 requests later (sorry!), here they are:

*Cinderella
*Shortstop
*Babes
*Kate

With a Smile,
Daddy