The conflict of knowing for a surety
But not being told.
She's bested by her dubitable  insecurities
and I grow weary and old.
No, I'm not making this furiously
I'm actually quite whole!
It's just curiosity kills
And I'm a full-on cat.
will she say it -?
will she unfold-?
Will she proclaim a story
that's yet to be told?
Will I write a ballad of joy, instead  verses of cold?
The world may never know
except for me, deep inside my soul

Happiness
is being true to thyself
and having the courage
to mantain thy integrity
in the face of adversity.

Though thy path
may well be tumultuous,
t'is thy Path, and no other's,
and nary another
shall be able
to keep thee from thyself
if only thou wouldst
remain at thy reigns,
then within thyself,
thou shallt e'er reign.

Therein lies the quest of Happiness.
One owes it to One's Godself to be just that.

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.