Hope for the Alcoholic
Throughout my life as a child, I knew not the love of my father;
Both parental roles played in my life, were attempted by my mother.
I never knew the touch of a man, or the tenderness of consoling;
The loving softness in a father’s voice, or the comfort a simple hug could bring.
For an alcoholic has but one friend, that makes him blind to see;
That love and friends and family, can be a reality.
But it was late in life, a few years before he passed;
He made his peace with almighty God, and found his Savior at last.
Those last years were precious to me, I’d like to share them with you;
I could hold him and say “I love you Dad”, he'd smile and say “I love you too”.
We could read or talk about Jesus, for moments without end;
His aged tear-filled eyes told me, Jesus and I had a new friend.
by Larry G. Wyatt ©
Throughout my life as a child, I knew not the love of my father;
Both parental roles played in my life, were attempted by my mother.
I never knew the touch of a man, or the tenderness of consoling;
The loving softness in a father’s voice, or the comfort a simple hug could bring.
For an alcoholic has but one friend, that makes him blind to see;
That love and friends and family, can be a reality.
But it was late in life, a few years before he passed;
He made his peace with almighty God, and found his Savior at last.
Those last years were precious to me, I’d like to share them with you;
I could hold him and say “I love you Dad”, he'd smile and say “I love you too”.
We could read or talk about Jesus, for moments without end;
His aged tear-filled eyes told me, Jesus and I had a new friend.
by Larry G. Wyatt ©