The lamp was
burning low,
Flickering on
the sill,
He should be
coming soon,
The hearth is
glowing warm,
Together, is
the father's will.
Something must
have happened,
He's usually
here with me,
Papa rose to
check for shadows,
Falling on the
path,
Wherever could
he be.
Papa knew the
time had come
To wander out
and call,
His child is
lost for sure,
Rambling in
the dark of night,
Maybe even had
a fall.
With heavy
heart he left his place
Calling out
his name,
My dear son,
where are you,
My child I
love you,
Are you crying
out in pain?
Then
feeble came the answer,
Frightened in
it's plea,
I heard you
calling in the garden,
But ashamed, I
turned away
For You won't be pleased with me.
The Father's
heart was breaking,
His child had
lost the trust,
Broken now the
cord of love,
Their evening
dialogue
Lay shattered
in the dust.
The child had
heard a louder voice
Soft,
enticing, smooth,
He thought
it had the sound of love
Brighter,
richer, fuller,
With all delight to soothe.
But now the
taste was bitter
That voice
brought only chains,
Regret raged
within the darkness,
And as the
agony of sorrow fell,
He
staggered in the pain.
But deeper
yet, The Father's love,
No debt could
thwart His plan,
For He could
heal the cruel grief
Release the
grip of death
In the heart
of every man.
My Son will
die with all your guilt,
Placed within
His soul,
His death will
break the power of sin
To
give everlasting life,
For any
child to be whole.
Now it is
done, Papa sighs contentedly,
While He
watches at the hearth,
All His
children returning home
Full of pure
delight,
Come skipping
up the path.
Little
ones upon His knee,
Rest at His
feet in loving gaze,
All are
singing songs of joy,
Grateful for
The Father's love
With never
ending praise.
