My Survivor Man
His name is Father,
He puts the breath of life in me
All the strife in my life he calms
I adore all his wisdom and knowledge
His glory is what I seek to explore
Like a multi-tool kit he’s resourceful
The food he gathers is fruitful
At my side is a supreme immortal
Who supplies more than just crucial water
When help is afar he’s the first rescuer
Because of him I forgive my wrongdoers
Mentally he instills in me perseverance
Through him I am fulfilled with strength
My survival journey is a fury
Surely I can’t live without him
He is God!
👁 6💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.