I wonder if He called His Father “Dad,”
the language for a father by a son,
or what kind of relationship They had
when He found out He was the only one.
Were there locutions so the two could talk,
so both could come to know each other well?
Did Son have visions on His desert walk,
so He’d see heaven where They both would dwell?
And when His Father told Him He must die,
with bloody sweat, He begged Him in His prayer,
to drink this chalice, Father dear, must I,
to prove My love, this cross I have to bear?
You love us, Christ, so great, but greater still
You loved Your Father, so You did His will.
-- by Pete Voelz 11/15/12
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