Remembrance of a Father

“Wine is a mocker, strong drink is raging:
and whoever is deceived thereby is not
wise”

Proverbs 20:1

He was stumbling to the tune of a
drunken state, staggering and swaying
to the music he made. Oh the power
of the bottle, hidden in secret places,
as he searched and searched to alleviate
his thirst.

“Alcohol is the anesthesia by which we
endure the operation of life”

George Bernard Shaw

Why will some for a bottle of rye be
willing to die, while some for a bottle
of gin go into the gutter again, drinking
themselves into oblivion?
No one to help this family that was torn
apart, when little children were sent
away, so small, and all do to alcohol.

“It is easier to build strong children
than to repair broken men”

Frederick Douglass

All I know, at the end of his life, he was
swaddled in diapers, groaning in pain
with his liver inflamed. So many sores,
not even his doctor could relieve the
suffering he bore.
Oh, but what a peaceful look came upon
his face, when no longer tortured and
his pain erased.
How many follow in the footsteps of their
families on earth? But God’s quiver is
full of arrows to point His children in a
different way, than the way they were bent,
the way my father went.

“Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of
‘children’

Psalm 127:5

Now I know I must put the pain and anguish
aside – but by God’s grace go I.

“For by grace are you saved trough faith;
and not of yourselves: it is the gift of God,
not of works, lest any man should boast”

Ephesians 2:8-9

This is the father I loved and clung to,
for I knew no better, all children cling to
what is given to them.

Children trust no matter how they
are treated

Their innocence is always trusting

I share these words for those who can
relate, to know it is not too late for the
Father up above, to take up the slack
that our fathers lacked.
So come along and join the band, share
the song of the drunken man, that no one
but those who have gone through this
can understand!

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