| Father, how could you know me, I've been gone so long. How could you recognize the face Of your long lost son. Now death has knocked upon my door And life no more is certain. I'm so afraid You won't be there To greet me beyond the curtain. I look among Your people Who gather to praise Your name. I don't feel that I deserve To be in this holy place. Your shepherds tell me Your love Never did depend on me, That I was bought and paid for By Christ on Calvary's tree. My heart is filled with gladness, Joy, wonder, and glee To know that all this time You were living inside of me. You were there through all my trials Whispering softly to my soul To let me know without a doubt That You see me as whole. And that You'll be there waiting When this life I depart To hold me to Your bosom And love me with all Your heart. Thank you, Lord. |
| Father, I am Your Son Submitted by Betty Sue Eaton |
In an accompanying letter from Betty Eaton, she states: "I wanted to share this
poem written by Richard a few months before his death from renal cancer in Aug.
1995. He was 44. He told me that he didn't write it, but one night about 2 a.m. he
heard a voice call his name telling him to get up and write down exactly what was
said. He did and this is the poem. I know what he said was true because he didn't
have a rhyming bone in his body!"
poem written by Richard a few months before his death from renal cancer in Aug.
1995. He was 44. He told me that he didn't write it, but one night about 2 a.m. he
heard a voice call his name telling him to get up and write down exactly what was
said. He did and this is the poem. I know what he said was true because he didn't
have a rhyming bone in his body!"
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