My Fathers
Sometimes your fathers don't know your name But the joy they bring Fills my heart and makes it sang When I was young I gunned around and transformed my body Because the father I copied was more than meets the eye Yet he was still my papi as I grew I knew I wanted to be a good dad Because my father made silly sounds and goofy faces As the embraces of nations wrapped around my father's sweaters, hoggie sandwiches, and occupation of bringing joy. Then I got older and was bless To have a father that showed me how he loved on his kids and lead them to Christ. He was part of many generations of Christ followers that have penetrated the enemy's camp to bring back many p.o.s.(prisoners of sin) in many countries. I have been blessed but there is more 6'8 and can sang with such power and compassion It only took a nod and a knowing smile to make me want to follow this man of vision and passion. I have one more He said the best is yet to come He said we can do it He said fight the ...