"My Father's Journey"

“My Father’s Journey”

My father told me of this great far away place

Where people embark on this journey, which is far from being a race

Everyone who accepts it starts at the beginning of a trail

Along side this narrow path is a great and sturdy rail

The railing there is to give support and to guide them to the end

At times the path is rough with great storms, and mighty wind

There will be cases when they wont be able to see anything ahead

All this should be no problem because they will always be lead

In their travels they will be given directions within a great book

Directions that are easy and simple they need do nothing more than look

Along with the book, guides are placed along the way

They know the path better then the rest, the people should just hearken to what they say

At the start they are directed to follow for there is a man there to lead

He will take them by the hand and help them with any need

Following his footsteps and trusting him will always lead them to the finish

For there awaits them happiness and treasures that will never diminish

I told my father, that with all that is given it sounds so easy to do

He said to me my dear child, with swelling tears in his eyes, I though it was too

While embarking on the journey the people grow rich with pride

The reward waiting at the end isn’t for them they foolishly decide

Thinking they don’t need the book they don’t take time to read it

With out maps and directions many of them fall into a vast pit

They mock and persecute all the guides for thinking they need assistance

The guides suffer abuse and death for offering nothing more then help with persistence

Thinking they know the right way they let go of the guiding rail

They go their own way and depart from the great trail

The storms and the winds take the prideful astray with ease

If they only would humble themselves, the journey would be but a breeze

Even after all this, to make it to the end is still within hope

For those that have fallen and are stuck in the darkness, are tossed a rope

All of them that departed and started their own way

They are shown the road back day after day

Those who were taken by the storms and might wind

Will be chased after and sought for until the very end

Who is it that does all this for those full of pride, none other then that great leader

The same Man who at the end will have his arms open to all, and is known as the greeter

How great a man is he the leader, to do this for those that chose to go

Yet why do people still reject his charity and pure love we will never know

The great rewards waiting at the end is made known to all and will not be a surprise

Yet why do so many people feel that they would rather suffer and not receive the prize

My father sat there weeping tears and tears of sorrow

He knows more and more people will go astray tomorrow

All these people that set out on the journey are my father’s children too

He’s done and given so much to help them, he doesn’t know what more he can do

I wrapped my arms around him and said I will go and finish and I will make you proud

He said to me child I know you will bring me joy, now go finish with the humble crowd

My father loves to make his children happy so he offers a great treasure

If only people would embrace his unconditional love, instead of looking for worldly pleasure

For this journey we’ve all embarked on in this day and age

The reward is ours if we just hold to the leader who wants nothing more then love for his wage

-Tyloy Huntsman