I am not worthy to receive your perfect love
Yet I have been blessed by your saving grace
As I was disfigured many times by worldly sin
I am thankful for the salvation I now taste
Not a perfect son who should receive favor
When for my many sins I should have died
I am made humble by this love I receive
That make tears fall freely deep inside
I am the example of what your kindness can do
To one who embraces the living word they need
In the past I would never drink of the water
Living in your Spirit which daily sets me free
Yet while still being a sinner, a prodigal son
Who by your grace and mercy was led to the path
I pushed forward, steadily until I came to your door
Finding a pure forgiveness which would always last
And now the only words I can express to You
Speaking from my lips in a very wholesome way
Is to tell you how blessed my world really is
To be counted your loving son each Father's day.
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