Without him, life I imagine is a world without air.
[A shot in the dark]
In stuck-brain dry eyed tiredness
Dad’s got me covered. You too.
His real name isn’t Dad but he lets me call him that.
tip the word
and tongue the refrain –
We are being made again.
If God is God, then God is where the buck stops…
You have a name
that once could not be uttered
then at some point could.
Wilful, independent, suck it and see –
‘I will be what I will be.’
Jesus didn’t change my life. He changed my world.