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