i loved blp's poem...anyway who cares about Predictability,is this not about expression...one's reality...
i loved blp's poem...anyway who cares about Predictability,is this not about expression...one's reality...
Dad’s so incredible, I’ll say, and more than that, he’s mine
His is a godly, loving, certain, unchanging set of mind.
I can trust him now and love him and accept what ever he say
Because he is my head and my protector, my guardian each day.
He’s preparing me for one who will take me from his wing
And trains me to then serve that one and learn of all the things
I can do to honor him right now; a blessing, not a curse.
Some say he’s strict, but me? I say there’s none so good on earth.
My dad's amazing. Honestly, I can't tell you how much I love and respect him. He puts so much into my schooling (compiling/writing my history/Bible programs), future, pleasure, and everything. I don't get along that well with my mom but we're working on that one!