I see prodigals returning
to fathers’ open arms;
I see families reunited,
with love a healing balm.
I see guilt and shame retreating
and courage to belong;
A faith to be more vulnerable,
repenting from all wrongs.
The fathers’ hearts are being healed,
and turning for themselves;
A longing for their children grows,
to hold and to be held.
The children are responding now,
to fathers’ open hearts;
So come and join the family now,
to heal the broken parts.
A father’s love will cause a child,
to blossom and to grow;
A dad’s embrace establishes,
the love they need to know.
An absentee, distracted dad,
says I don’t really care;
You don’t really rate in life,
I wish that you weren’t there!
A basic need has not been met,
an orphan mindset formed;
To counterfeits or cannabis,
their hurting hearts are drawn.
The Father’s heart is crying out,
to fathers who have run;
Just like their fathers had before,
He bids to them, just come.
The tide will turn, the curse will break,
when families are reborn;
And fathers loving children well,
will soon become the norm!
Poem by Malcolm Cotton 9.5.21