What is a successful father?

To a Successful Father with love.

What goes into making a father?
And when does the making begin?
Is it simply the birth of a child?
Or when love is shared from within?

Is it just a biological link?
Or is it more the desire to love?
Is it a physical state of our being?
Or is it a spiritual gift from above?

The answers are ours to choose.
The proof is in how we live.
Some fathers are better than others.
The difference lies in the love that they give.

Look back at the life you have lived.
Examine the seeds you have sewn.
How much of yourself did you give?
How have your children grown?

Are you a success or a failure?
Are your children your friends or your foes?
There are many who feel worthy to judge you,
but you are the only one who truly knows.

Take heart in the life you are living,
and in the lives that your children now lead.
Take heart in your life of self-giving,
and in the children who now live your creed.

Dream in Colour

I used to dream in black and white the dreams of a man not whole.
By day I hid by the dark of night, the night; a shield upon my soul.

My love was wrapped in the warmth of ice that I carved to fit the day.
My dreams of darkness served to entice the hearts that paved my way.

There were those who pried at the door of darkness on my heart.
There were those who wanted nothing more than Christ's love to impart.

I stood firm and held on tight to my dreams of black and white.
Not knowing they were dreams of fright; I became a prisoner…to my darkness of the night.

One day I awoke from my depths of dark to find my shield had formed a crack.
True love had touched my heart and brought some colour back.

I began to dream in black and red, the colour of love's sacrifice.
A woman's heart for me now bled and began to melt the ice.

Then innocence shone down on me, the brightest light of God's son.
A child had come to set me free, my conversion had begun.

Now the colours of love shone in my soul too intense for me to bare.
I tried to retreat to my darkest hole only to find it was no longer there.

The security of darkness was no longer on my side, it had left me naked with no place to hide.
Christ was knocking at my heart, He wanted a place inside.
But I clung to the only security left in me — my pride.
I saw the goodness He had for me and I wanted it more than anything.

But could Christ really set me free?
Was this His sacrificial offering?

Angel in My Eyes

Born into a shadow,
the darkness of despair.
Born into the cruelty,
of a mother that couldn't care.

Born into the prison,
of the mother's shattered dreams.
Born into the echo,
of her never ending screams.

Born into her nightmare,
the home of all her fears.
Born unto this mother,
whose hope was drowned by tears.

Saved by a couple,
who brought me out of pain.
A loving man and woman
they saw me born again.

They shared with me their love,
they taught me wrong from right.
They believed when others didn't,
that I was worth the fight.

They taught me how to love,
not just others, but myself.
They gave me my confidence,
my self esteem, my own self.

Although they don't profess
their faith in God above.
I now know these gifts they gave me
were the making of God's love.

Then I met an angel,
the girl that changed my life.
The Lord saw something good in me
to choose an angel as my wife.

We began our lives,
in search of many things,
a house, a car, nice furniture,
all that money brings.

God graced us with our children.
Two daughters born of our love.
There's no question they are gifts
sent down from God above.

Time was passing by
things seemed to fall in place.
But I felt "something" missing,
some important grace.

Then one day it happened,
I lost all possessions earned.
But I found that "something"
for which I long had yearned.

I reached out to the Lord,
and He dispelled my fears.
It was then I realized,
He had been with me all these years.

He saved me from a life
of cruelty, fear and pain.
He delivered me to a couple
and saw me born again.

He taught me how to love
and chose for me a wife.
My own angel here on earth
to guide me in this life.

He entrusted me with children,
two souls so truly pure.
I watch them and I wonder,
if, in them, He sent the world's cure.

He did all of this for me,
and all I gave to Him was sin.
But when my heart was finally ready,
the Lord still wanted in.

I love the Lord who gave me life,
and in him hope shall never die.
I love the lady that's my wife,
for she is an angel in my eyes.

Now its time I thanked the Lord
for all His graces through the years.
Now its time to serve the Lord
that saved me from my fears.

No one cares

Shadows cast upon a wall.
One mother and her children all.
Shadows come and shadows go,
and like her children, the shadows never know.

Shadows cast upon a wall.
Show mother's love is not for all.
Some shadows go, do not return.
Mother's soul in Hell will burn.

Shadows cast upon a wall.
Mother's choice serves to appall.
Shadows show her choice is man.
No one cares. No one understands.

Shadows cast upon a wall.
Show broken children, no hope at all.
Their shadows cast on walls unknown,
each is alone until full grown.

Shadows cast upon a wall.
Show mother's choice was wrong for all.
Man whose love would not extend,
has love for no one in the end.

Shadows cast upon a wall.
Seems children mean nothing at all.
They grew up in each others dreams.
No mother's love to stop the screams.

Shadows cast upon a wall.
Show children grow in spite of it all.
But only the years have passed away,
still strong is the pain of a child betrayed.

One mother stares upon a wall.
She has no shadow. She has nothing at all.
She lives in Hell, flames touch her face.
She pays the price, lives in disgrace.
...and no one cares. We understand.
She cast her children away for man.