Sometimes you have to lose to know what you can gain.
Sitting on my favorite dock,
Watching the waves crash on a nearby rock.
He taught me pain.
He taught me joy.
He taught me frustration.
He taught me forgiveness.
He taught me to do as I wish,
And even how to catch a fish.
My dad knew not the word perfection,
But he never stopped attempting correction.
I was swept away by his never-ending affection.
He was always there when I needed direction.
I know not why the Lord chose to take him;
But my Dad is gone, and He's not mistaken.
As he has passed on and left me to weep,
I know his burdens I must not reap.
Through my grievance, I find peace
In knowing my father is now diseased.
You see, I have not lost but gained.
For in me Christ Jesus, my lord, reigns.
In strength, understanding and faith I grow.
He has reasons I do not know.
In His greatness He will soon show
Some of the reasons my dad had to go.
From the earth my daddy goes
But in my heart, his spirit grows.
As I think of the memories and blink back my tears,
I know God will see me through the following years.
Thoughts of laughter, tears of pain;
Sometimes you have to lose to know what you can gain.
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1 comment:
Yes, you are very right. The sorrow will always be there, and reading this poem does bring back some of that sorrow. It also has a way of healing and soothing the pain as well though. Poetry is a powerful thing; especially when you are able to write your own. Thank you for reading mine and thank you also for your comments. (=
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