Sunday, September 12, 2010

The Talk

All of my life I’ve been waiting
Waiting to hear a word for you
Waiting for you to sit me down
And teach me about life
Talk to me about girls
And how I’m supposed to treat them
Teach me how to be a man
And show me how to stand on my own

For twenty Four years I’ve been on this earth
And still, I wait – to have that talk
I know I’m supposed to have Faith
The size of a mustard seed
But all my Faith in you, have gone
I blazed on you for a while
But my last puff has been blown

And your little bit of smoke that is left
Isn’t worth my fire
Because I’d only be inhaling lies and toxic chemicals
That will get in my head and corrupt me
So rather puff on what’s left of you
I think I’ll pass
I guess the saying is true
Any guy can be a dad
But it takes a real man to be a father

If I was to mold my life
According to the example you have set before me
I’d be floating up shi! creek and on my way towards destruction
Thankfully, I have had that talk

Only, I didn’t have it with you
I had to get all of my wisdom from another man
It’s sad because you’re still here, but it’s true
See He stepped in when I needed a dad the most
And He embraced me

He picked me up when I fell on my face
And helped me patch up my wounds
He taught me how to be a man
And how to treat woman
He promised to never leave me or forsake me
In spite of my shortcomings
And He told me that when things get hard
He will keep me in perfect peace

And He said that the battles I’ll have, He’ll fight
But most Importantly
He told me that I am His son
And that He loves me
And that alone makes me proud to call Him my Father

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