Quality Time with My Father

Written by Lisa DeVinney on . Posted in poetry

“And because we are his children,
God has sent the Spirit of his Son
into our hearts, prompting us to
call out, ‘Abba, Father.’ Now you are
no longer a slave but God’s own child.
And since you are his child,
God has made you his heir.”
Galatians 4:6-7 NLT
I walked into the Pastor’s office,
Plopped down in a chair,
Propped my feet up comfortably
And waited for him, there.
I helped myself to Snickers
That were hidden in his drawer;
And brightened when I saw that grin,
As he walked through the door.
You see, this wasn’t any pastor –
This one was my Dad!
And I could make myself at home
Because of what we have –
A comfortable relationship
Where I can come and go.
And he will always welcome me
Just cuz he loves me so.
I’m blessed to have another Father
Who is much the same.
He loves me even more, in fact –
Jehovah is His name.
I wouldn’t trade Him for the world:
I traded it for Him!
And He blesses me daily with
His presence, deep within.
I gladly call Him “Father,”
And He always bids me, “Come!”
We talk a while together
‘Bout my day, and ‘bout His Son.
And I like to imagine
That He looks at me and smiles
Simply because He loves me as
A Father does his child.
©Lisa DeVinney, March 2012

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