I was a boy still young and fair,
With neither worry or feinted care.
I lacked regard for rules and law,
And scoffed hard at my father.

And as the time stepped quick to me,
I watched and squirmed dreadfully,
As judgement set his narrow eyes,
Upon my foolish brow.

Still as the hand stayed the whip,
And grasped the knife from grievous grip,
Such grace beset my tender heart,
And breath into my lungs.

So, from that day I’ll ne’er forget,
How justice stalks the seat that’s set,
Yet mercy holds the follies back,
And guards the soul thats fallen.

Happy Father’s Day.

-Taylor Glenn Pritchard

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