A Loving Father
By Tom D Blakely
When I did wrong as a boy
My father scolded me.
I often felt hurt at the time
My faults I could not see.
The years went by and grown up
A father I’d become.
And then I saw a father’s need
To discipline his son.
And how much more my Father God
Do you need to scold me?
From time to time I need chastised
To guide and help me see.
My natural path leads me astray
Your Spirit draws me back.
I cannot walk this course alone
I need You Lord, each step.
You let me wander for a while
But did not let me go.
At first I managed, all seemed well
You watched, as I sank low.
My natural fears encompassed me
In nothing I could trust.
I lost the love that I once knew
And spiritually went bust.
Lord, You knew how much it hurt
But did I ask for help?
My burden was my own to bear
At least that’s what I thought.
A father knows what his child needs
How much more Lord do You?
You knew exactly where I stood
My weaknesses You knew.
‘. . .My son, do not despise the chastening of the Lord,
nor be discouraged when you are rebuked by him:
For whom the Lord loves he chastens,
and scourges every son whom he receives.’