The night is deep, yet peace begins to grow,

The house once bustling now breathes soft and still.

The echoes of their laughter light the dark,

A melody that lingers, full of grace.

Their eyes, so wide with trust, remind my heart—

I walk this road for love, and love alone.

Though trials weigh, the joy of watching them

Outshines the shadows, brighter than the dawn.

Each morning rises with a call to stand,

To lead, to guide, to build a life secure.

The lunches packed, the shoes put on in a rush,

Each small task brims with purpose deeply felt.

My hands, though worn, are tools for something great—

A legacy of love that will endure.

And though the days seem endless, strength flows in,

A strength not mine, but His who walks beside.

And when He calls, I stand with joy,

A broken man redeemed by boundless grace.

Divorced, yet whole, for He has made me new,

Each failure now a story of His love.

The whispers fade; they hold no power here,

For He has placed His calling in my soul.

His mercy weaves my scars into a song,

A testimony bright with second chances.

Oh, You are my focus, firm and clear.

When chaos calls my mind to stray, I stand—

My gaze unshaken, fixed upon Your truth.

You are the rock beneath my every step,

The lamp that lights the path I walk each day.

With You, my burdens lift, my heart grows bold,

For every trial bends beneath Your power.

You are my guide, my strength, my constant joy.

When I preach, it’s not for pride or fame,

But to declare the hope that heals all wounds.

Your love has shown me beauty in my flaws,

Your truth, a lifeline pulling me to peace.

And as I tell the flock of all You are,

I find myself renewed, restored, alive.

For in Your hands, my past is not a weight,

But proof that grace can shine through brokenness.

What joy it is to see my children bloom,

Their laughter rising like a hymn of faith.

Each step they take reminds me of Your care,

Each question leads me back to trust in You.

For when I cannot give them all they need,

You are the well that never runs out dry.

And in their eyes, I see a brighter world—

A world shaped by Your love and endless hope.

This path, though hard, is full of heaven’s light,

Each moment sacred, filled with purpose deep.

With focus firm, I walk where You have called,

A shepherd to my flock, a father blessed.

And as I climb each hill, I feel the weight

Not as a burden, but as wings to soar.

For You, have borne it all for me,

And through Your strength, I rise to live, to lead.