Michael Marquez

My True Father

Poem by Michael Marquez

If you were to ask me how I was as a child,
You'd gasp regarding my plight.
For I was adopted, bewildered, and wild.
Upon knowing my Father's retreat from my life.

A lack of identity kept haunting me.
I cried to God for I felt despised.
His Spirit made me alive while on my knees.
There and then God said; My Son Arise!

My salvation has come, behold I now see,
The image of God residing in me.
With God as my Father, I now understand,
That a Father need not be a physical Man.

Comments about My True Father by Michael Marquez

  • Allan James Saywell (11/18/2004 5:44:00 PM)

    Michael what a great little poem, what a great way to find yourself
    Have a good life you deserve it

    With kindness
    Allan james saywell(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 18, 2004