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Father's Day


There used to be no day

And He was there.

Moving in the darkness,

On top of many waters.

I was only told

He was silent.

Could we be having father's day

If it wasn't for my Father?

 

In darkness he created light.

From darkness came light.

They saw and sang for joy.

As he banished the endless night.

Dividing them for signs.

Thus the stars were born.

To sustain the moon as she weeps for her lover

She will forever chase...

It's all like clockwork

Cycles never end

 

My Father does as He pleases.

There is a lot to talk about.

For imagine, He is the beginning of time.

I call none on earth Father

Cause there is only one Father

From one came a million

From a million came none

Ever wondered why Father is invisible?

He is smaller than the smallest particle

You were just a worm

That made it by chance

A maggot that out swam the others

Imagine if you had failed then

You wouldn't exist

Give time to think about the one who made you win

You never know how many years you are old

For your life doesn't start with your first cry

It starts with knowing who runs this place

You will run the fool's race

And be no more because you never were

You perish without a trace

But he will always be there

I am not complete

But give praise to the source.

 

Happy Dad's day God.

Your Years have many zeros

Mine have only three

I can have more

That's why they nailed you on a tree

You are more than all world heroes

You slew Rahab

You disarmed the Slanderer

You wounded death

I am now immune

For You are one

Not three in One

But everything is One

And you are All in All

Just don't let me fall

And hear me when I CALL

 

YoU ArE a GrEaT MysTerY 

MaNy ThInK yOu are HisTorY.

 

 

Thank you for the hands

The lonely minds

The brains

The mouth that creates

The eyes that see like yours

 

Now that their fangs are broken

Why are we still taken?

 

 

 

 

 

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Elfuric

Ever since I learnt how to write I never stopped writing short stories, poems and ideas. I am from Africa living in South Africa, Joburg. I am a business man with a love for music and writing. Its lovely how a poem can be turned into a song. Rhythm and Words are my closest friends. I respect The Sound of Life and the power in following your Heart which makes Music till the day you die.

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