A father holds
within His hands,
the life of a
rebel son,
regardless of
all efforts,
the child's
heart could not be won.
With tears He
grants this child's demand,
to live
separate, far apart,
from the love
that formed it in the womb,
far from the
Father's heart.
There is a
penalty for our "sovereignty"
death and hell
the only place
a man can be
where he cannot see
God's ever holy
face.
'Though a way
was made
when the debt
was paid,
by God the Son
dying in our stead,
people choose
to be what they consider "free",
choosing rather
to be dead.
So, with an
ache past comprehension
for this child
He'll always miss,
as the heart
now still, begins to fade,
Love gently
gives a final kiss.