I guess I'm not too busy to write poems...hehe

Quiet in a closet a little boy hides
his Daddy will beat him
if he cries.
Drink, yelling, pain
to him that means “Dad”
He doesn’t know that his true Father
has this boy’s name on the palm of His hand.
===================
He turns eighteen,
finally free
To get away from the pain and the hurt
but what his father showed,
is all that he knows,
and he turns to the world for support
His best friends use him
break him, then lose him
yet he’s denied, the right to cry
that would show he’s not man
and still he ignores
the love of the Lord
who’s holding out his hand
===================
He’s settled down,
has a high paying job and a family
but even though
his wallet’s full
his heart is still empty.
He will not try
to open his eyes
to the love that the Father holds out
it was not part of his life success plan
to be carved on the palm of God’s hand.
===================
His wife has died,
He doesn’t know his own kids
Only now at the end of his life,
does he see what he’s missed
and as he cries,
God opens his eyes
to see his missing part
Down on his knees
for mercy he pleads
and God gives him a new heart
so he finishes life a different man
with his name on the palm of God’s hand.