A Father's Love
Your mother and I worked
like bee's making sweet honey to create you.
Though I didn't carry you for nine months, you have come from me
and from my seed you have blossomed.
Beautifully.
I have built you up
far too high to let any man
tear
you
down.
Because I love you.
With words of encouragement, I breathe life into you
so that whenever the enemy tries to tell you what you are not
you can tell them what you are.
Do not be discouraged.
I will lift you back up when you fall
and forgive you when you can't find the courage to forgive yourself.
Because I love you.
You are everything I've ever dreamed of and then some.
I thank God everyday for blessing me with you.
You are a work of art.
A masterpiece.
I am your protector, and I would give my life for you
Because I love you.
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