A Father By Any Other Name

Growing up, you always said:

“I'm not your Father. I'm your dad.”

It took time for me to understand

And other kids never understood what I meant

When I said that I had a Father and a dad

And for a long time I didn’t understand

That these kids didn’t see the world as I did

Growing up, you always said:

“Your plans may be great. God’s plans are greater.”

What I didn’t understand then

Was that you said those words from a place of experience

Because you had spent years running away from

God’s greatest

In pursuit of kingdoms you had dreamt up,

Building castles out of sand

I am not one to over praise my daddy

Because my daddy taught me that all praise

Is for my Heavenly Father

But my daddy is good

And he tries

He isn’t a perfect father

But he is a fine dad