FATHERS' DAY
I To the father who knew me before he formed me, To him who named me after he found me, My homage I shall pay to you. II To the father who gave me his words and commandments Just to aid my daily living. To him who fed me, clothed me, and gave me shelter. Your Eulogies I shall render. III To the father who colors my efforts and covers my errors, To him who made me perfect even when perfection is against humanity. To the father who taught me the difference between right and wrong, In your court, I shall reign forever. IV To the father who made me realize, That there's nothing for me to gain, If I walk in the counsel of the ungodly, If I stand in the ways of the sinner, Or sit in the seat of the scornful V But if I can follow his words, And obey his commands, I will be among the chosen generation, A Royal priesthood, An holy nation, A peculiar people. VI That father is the one who knows all fathers, To the father who is greater than every other father, Every other fathers that cannot compete with this one father, One father that surpasses all shades of fatherhood. VII God is the father to all fatherhood, He is the reason behind our universal Brotherhood of man, And at the end of time, when there are no other fathers in existence, He will remain the universal fatherhood of God. . Thomas Oluwatosin © Fearless Lines
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