DADDY! COME HOME!

The house seems so empty

Since you went away

You promised to call me

And come back to stay

But time has forgotten

I feel so alone

Oh daddy! Oh daddy!

Why don't you come home?

I thought you loved mommy

She cared about you

The struggles you're facing

Seemed only a few

But love's disappointments

Had torn you apart

Oh daddy! Oh daddy!

Come back to my heart.

I have only memories

To comfort my days

The tears keep on flowing

I live in a daze.

I wanted my daddy

To give me away

And walk down the Isle

On my wedding day.

I pray every morning

That you will come back

And help heal the hurting

From bitterness past.

God's love can unite us

Restoring the flame

Oh daddy! Oh daddy!

Please call on His name.

--B. Pent

WHY THIS DISAPPOINTMENT?

There are times in life we carry
Disappointments and distress
And we try to find its meaning
During days of loneliness.

When a pledge for life together
Finds love's dream walk out the door
Bitter anguish knows no measure
As in death, life is no more.

When your dearest friend has failed you
And its tearing you apart
Or you feel you've been forsaken
There's one Friend that won't depart!

You are not alone this journey 
These sharp thorns that mark your path
Are like those He bore on Calvary
To prepare you for life's task.

So when disappointments tempt you
To give way to bitterness
Look to Christ the Source of comfort
He'll bring joy and happiness.
--B. Pent

FEELING BETRAYED

I'm torn apart, so full of pain
Its arrows shatter all my dreams
My heart is filled with bitter shame
I feel betrayed while given blame.

The anger that disturbs my rest
Has made all trust a distant friend
And like a ship that's lost at sea
Its waves are crashing down on me.

Why did this jagged cross appear
Inflicting so much pain and tears?
Is this the price that I must pay
For following Jesus every day?

Tis then I hear the Shepherd's voice
While clinging to His nail-scared hands
"It is My cross you're called to bear
It is My love you're called to share."

So from the ashes of my grief
The Potter forms a vessel rare
And yielding to His will I find
The Treasure that He has in mind.
--B. Pent