
Father,
Every second, I need you.
You sustain my every heartbeat.
You are the most acquainted with my wild.
You called out the adversary’s guile.
You know me through and through,
and you love me just the same.
You took away my shame and gave me a new name.
I worship you, with my hands lifted high.
There is nothing I want to hold back,
you fill me up, and there is no lack.
I see your loving care and kindness.
The more I fall in love with you, my flesh, I think of less.
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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