Daddy's Poem for His Child

I chose you to be my adopted son,

Yes its true, all the work has been done.

Your name written in heaven's book,

 Let me show you, let's have a look.

Really, there is no room for doubting it,

No longer an outcast or a misfit,

Given a name marked out as royalty,

A reward, my child, for all your loyalty.

Yes, bought out of slavery, redeemed,

Something that you never would have dreamed.

And now with Holy Spirit in you sealed,

Prostrate on your face, have you kneeled.

And now knowing this, what do I ask?

Live like you know it, and take off your mask.

I am not ashamed of you; I want you on display.

In my presence, my child, that's where I want you to stay.