My Daddy’s Call

Stretched to the point that holes were revealed in my soul

I jammed corks in, trying to plug the leaks, but, never fast enough to stay afloat

I entertained false saviors alternately cloaked in ambition, idolatry, and desire – often reeking of vodka and smoke

It was through increasing recognition of my brokenness, and decreasing ability to ignore my Daddy’s call, that I realized and accepted his plea to let him take the weight off my back

So I stand now, no better a man than anyone else, but, confident in His unconditional love for me, his child