…a lesson I strove to teach my son of God and found it oft in vain … on deafened ears the message fell and wasn’t welcomed, I could tell.
I spoke of truth … forgiveness of His redeeming plan; and how His Son, Jesus, died for sins of man.
Of how rebellion is our nature; how authority deserves respect; “There isn’t just your way and mine, son … but God’s, we must inspect!”
Seek Him in confusion; pursue Him in your doubt … His teachings will sustain you when all else fails about.
The ABC’s you learned in school have taught you how to read; and numbers have importance in all financial need. Psychology is the study of man his common ways, and odd, but oh, my son, the Bible? Ah! —- the Bible, ’tis the study of God!
As onward went my message I spoke with deep intent yet, I could sense indifference a strain, I could detect.
Verses may be quoted; facts may never err … but only faith with action can make a heart stir.
I’ve learned since then a lesson that never fails to be … in simple acts of kindness my boy “sees” God, in me!