Fathers

It's Tuesday evening and time to go to bed.
My father keeps me up and plays with me instead.
Next he reads me a story of a girl and I'm sad:
She lives with her mother and visits her dad.

It's Saturday afternoon, time for our weekly excursion.
Today we go to the park for our time of diversion.
A little boy wants to swing but no one will bother,
And I wonder inside me, where is his father?

It's Sunday morning, I get up and get dressed.
I wash off my face and put on my best.
I notice in attendance mostly women and children.
So I ask my father, where are all the men?

He answers me honestly and says things are bad
When men neglect their duty of being a dad.
I'm thankful for these there is one who bothers,
Who is the most loving and kindest of Fathers.

Raising children is God's mandated chore.
For the sake of the children we cannot ignore.
So teach them, fathers, most diligently,
That they may fear God and live eternally.