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There is a boy I know. Born sweet and generous and kind and loving, until life beats generosity, kindness and love out of him. He is precious to me. The joy of my heart. At a time, more precious to me than God, I think. That is the beginning of sorrow. Our spirits connect and I feel his pain, day in and day out. I watch the slow smothering of that light of wanting- to- love and -do- good, flicker out in his eyes. Abused endlessly by His father, the boy grows colder everyday. Day in and day out I blow on that flicker praying to God to not let that chance of hope go out. "Don't harden his heart," I plead. I am forced to ask God why? Why hurt what I value most?
There was a Father a used to know. A hater and mocker of God. Fleshly. Greedy. Vulgar. Once hopeful and kind and generous, I think, until life beats it out of him and his heart is seared with a hot iron. He becomes a weapon used against what I value most. A fathers life is cut short at the age of thirty. At the request of prayers for a father to be taken out of the way, I hope not. Whether the father was aware of it or not, he bore fruit. Fruit in me where a father taught; forgiveness, unconditional love, patience, mercy, and above all else to put God first.
One day, I hope, when this father stands before the throne of God, it will be asked, "does anyone have anything to speak concerning the judgement of this man?" And I will get the opportunity to say, "this man did the will of God by teaching: forgiveness, patience, unconditional love, mercy, and above all else to put God first."
There was a Father a used to know. A hater and mocker of God. Fleshly. Greedy. Vulgar. Once hopeful and kind and generous, I think, until life beats it out of him and his heart is seared with a hot iron. He becomes a weapon used against what I value most. A fathers life is cut short at the age of thirty. At the request of prayers for a father to be taken out of the way, I hope not. Whether the father was aware of it or not, he bore fruit. Fruit in me where a father taught; forgiveness, unconditional love, patience, mercy, and above all else to put God first.
One day, I hope, when this father stands before the throne of God, it will be asked, "does anyone have anything to speak concerning the judgement of this man?" And I will get the opportunity to say, "this man did the will of God by teaching: forgiveness, patience, unconditional love, mercy, and above all else to put God first."
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