It's Fatherless Day Again
Lost At Sea Fatherless children washed away by the sands and high tides, Churning free fall to the ocean. Restless, roiling, cold and deep, no mooring, no anchor their souls to keep from the dark. Shoot uprooted, deaf and blind; dreaming of harbor, seeking a sign of the light. Abba! Find them arms above. Oh, draw them near you great heart of Love throb them home. "Sons to their fathers" our cry to You, as is in Heaven Your promise true. By your Spirit.