By Amy O'Brien
While lying awake, I hear the gong,
The clink, the crash above their song,
The building, the fight still going strong
Brick by brick they lay up the wall.
I rise to see how it goes,
Men rising on ladders to serve their blows
A tool for the wall and sword for their foes,
Striking them down to the depth of below.
To the right, one fighter, I see him trip,
His ankle is caught by the Devil Foe's whip,
But he is saved by his brethren's grip,
He will not let his brother slip.
Still the demons wish to destroy,
The wall about my father's joy,
But I take a tool, I wield a sword,
For me and my house, we will serve The Lord!
And every moment of every day,
The cries of slain demons never sway,
But I can rest without a worry,
I know my father makes a way.
Happy Father's Day!
|My Dad and I|