Father

You know what father meant to me in the growing-up years...cheat, shout, abandon, coerce, take, humiliate.


You know. And yet You have the pluck to ask me this...Call me. Call me Father. Father who art in heaven.


Tell me, teach me, show me, deep down in the wounded places. What is father, God? With Your sweet hand, brush past my lips, my heart. Open what has long been shut.


The sound of my voice, the thrum of trust that calls You Father, Father, Father.