God bless you Bobby, don't give up the fight
to rest in your true father, friend, and god;
Our lives are richer, coloured, filled with light
when as a wee small child we know we're odd..
Well "odd" by all the standards of this world,
the bell shaped curve did not describe a one
of God's own children, each of them is hurled
as individual loved daughter or son.
And oddly, I am loved, and so are you.
I now recall that voice that seemed so odd:
“You’re my beloved child, all that you do
makes me so very pleased that I’m your God.”
And covenant of unity with him,
I think, means that we’ve joined the family.
Just like the five new fam’ly members in
our fam’ly, coz they married “in” - like me.
Decision to be loyal out of love,
and unity that’s pers’nal with someone;
seem core things that have come down from above.
They mean hard work, but also mean much fun!
And why God is so dumb (’don’t hear his word) -
to take on children who are just like me
I have no clue. Why yes I do. A bird
just flew down, rested, whispered secretly:
He loves us like we loved our own small kids.
And hopes we’ll turn and be loyal again
and when we “chose our trouble”, hit the skids,
if we won’t hide it, he can heal our shame.
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