13 June 2012
He breaths the glory of life to young lungs A gift brought today for a Dad and a Mum, A gift that’s so precious and welcome this day. Only to grow older and just get in the way.
He grows up an infant, a toddler, a man, And remembers the days of kicking tin cans, The days he spent wondering of what life would bring, Of spending time fishing, because no one was in.
A schooling he had, so lucky but sad. Fighting off bullies who had a real Dad. Trying so hard to excel at his studies, Trying and failing at making new buddies.
Knuckle down boy or you’re out on your ear! The words of a Dad encouraging cold fear. So he decided one day to do his own thing, To be strong, to be brave, free as bird on the wing.
For a while he was happy, successful and free. He dealt with life’s blows, locked them deep with a key. Then soul up and went, all confidence with it, He could no longer live with life and the torment within it.
Such a deep and wide pit of despair and of sorrow. Not knowing where to turn, or what armour to borrow. Bowing a head, laden heavy, face sodden A boy on his own, a life long forgotten.
The Lord reawakens with his breath once again. And he finds truth peace and happiness amongst fellow men. With strength in his Lord and forgiveness unbound, For the sins he had lived in Jesus sacrifice found.
The story, it’s meaning is clear as my nose. All Mothers and Fathers, your children should grow. Encouragement, love and advice you should give And never betray such a God given gift.
Glory Of Life • Opuss № I