February 9, 2013

  The Face of My Father

 I saw His face when I was young
not knowing who or where he was from
for His glorious name was not said to me
somehow faith escaped my family
oh, not because of disrespect to Him but,
because of lack of spiritual harmony

I saw His face as I grew older
connected with prayer and church
as people spoke of Him and said His
name sometimes in a praying whisper
oh, not because of hidden shame but,
because of faithful love for His name

I saw His face one day as He
came my way showing me His
love as I started to pray coming
to my heart telling me He would stay
oh, not because of my guilt or fear but,
because He loves me so very dear…

the face of my Father

- Rhoda Galgiani