When in the garden Adam sinned,
The father's toil then did begin.
To learn the lesson to let go
Abraham's broken heart did know.
To worry of his children's wrong
Was constantly Job's morning song.
The heart-ache of the wayward one
Was felt by the father of the Prodigal Son.
To lose your child to that devil foe,
This pain did Judas' father know.
God the Father, himself has cried,
When Christ, his Son, was crucified.
A father's job knows many pains-
The soul of a child to lose or gain.
This precious soul is yours to mold,
His fragile future in your hands, you hold.
And when before God you stand in heaven,
An account will be made of the tie given.
The example of a Christian One
Will earn the blessed words, "Well Done"!
-JCT
