my father's son

Who is this face I see?
Where does he come from?
Where is he going?

I hear the anger and impatience,
This love for knowing what's always best.
I glimpse a pride called humility,
And eyes masking fear and insecurity.
I see my loneliness and am reminded of my father.

Long have I feared this,
Where who I could be fades into who he is,
And the best attempts at avoidance,
Throw me deeper into futile unfaithfulness.
After all, am I not my father's son?

Saviour, throw me a lifeline,
Hear this plea from one despairing,
Change me from within,
From all that I wish I was not,
To all that You are.
Form a heart that's heavy into a heart that gives,
Give me a mirror that shows my self in You,
And make me into my Father's son.

sč
KL, June 30th, 2007