Who will dry a father's tears
For harm that cannot be undone,
For pain come to a precious son
So suddenly? Who understands
The depth of love within this one whose
Heart is torn more with this hurt
Than with his own? A lifetime spent
Protecting them in deed and prayer
Will not prevent upon this plane
Realities of mortal man...
As much as he would wish it.
When they were babes he kissed
Their scrapes and made them go away.
No more. And yet, he feels no less
Their anguish. The grown child
Bravely sheds no tears, but I was near
Enough to touch his father's e'er they
Of cruel heartaches met within a sense
Of helplessness at needless hurt
And breathe a prayer for strength
From the Almighty. How dearly held
Are each of you within your Papa's being!
Remember, then, when words are stem,
How great his heart and firm his plea –
Delivered, not for lack of trust…no, rather
Simply because he cannot bear
To see his children suffer.