![](https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/w_1456,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fcc9ece9a-6010-4471-8d60-eafeb8cb3506_4896x3264.jpeg)
Father’s day is the note, that I cannot hit The puzzle piece, that doesn’t quite fit The mystery that I’m To be a painting I No longer see with splashes Of gold and purple majesty The law I never heard But the onus is on me To muscle up, take the hit, Never miss, always succeed And though I want that to be, I’m a drab law-breaker, weak In the knees calling out “Father, won’t you please?” “Take this cup from me?” I can’t drink it to the dregs So I trust your Son to be The one who sets me free So I rest this puzzle piece For a puzzling peace While I take your yoke and Slowly become a steady oak
Thanks for sharing this, it resonates and ministers to a fellow father on the way to who I want to be.