Father’s day has always been a very painful day for me. I felt the emptiness of never having met my father while growing up. I felt an even greater loss, because he didn’t care about me at all. He walked out on my mother when she wouldn’t abort me. This year, I chose to do something different. I chose to honor the father who has always been faithfully with me, with this poem.
My bio-father wanted me aborted,
A heartbreaking fact I have had to bear.
His wishes, however, were thwarted,
By another father who surely did care.
A father with much richer, future plans,
For this embryo, so fragile and forlorn.
He guarded me with his very own hands,
Instead of allowing my flesh to be torn.
HIS EYE IS ON THIS SPARROW TOO Still Learning to Lean on God 