daddy

My surrogate Father!

Daddy,
Where did I get that name?
Only daddies are there when
you need love, a hug when
you have fallen, bruised and
harmed
Where did you go when I

needed you most?
I have painted a picture in
my mind, searching in everyone
to replace you, but none I
have found
At your grave many letters
I have read, but only silence
is heard

Daddy You Are Dead!
But now I must confess
Litttle did I know there was
one that Carried me when I
slipped and fell, losing my
way, when the battle was
too strong for me to fight
Carrying me over troubled
waters when you were unable
He is the one I turn to when
I cry
‘

“He is my potter and I am his
clay” *
So daddy I must bury
your few lingering remains
along with my pain
And say goodbye, to do
your best I know you tried

Now I have found a new Daddy
My surrogate Father is his
Name!

• * Chapter 64 in the
  Book of Isaiah