I wrote this last year as I was anticipating becoming a father for the first time...
You were born in the fields of the fatherless
Cut down at the root and left there alone.
Jesus came as a friend to the fatherless
Picked you up and brought you home.
Life is hard in the fields of the fatherless
For its wounds
cause the spirit to groan
Jesus comes as the friend to the fatherless
He knows the plans he has for His own
Now our friend,
faithful friend of the fatherless
Walks the ground where so many seeds were sown
And the cut off the cast out the distressed
Are gathered up to be never disowned
So child come in from the fields of the fatherless
Enter in to be nurtured and known
You’ve been called and chosen for blessedness
For in this new work, God’s glory is shown.
June 24, 2011
Anthony Foster
