Friend of the Fatherless

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