A Misunderstood Godly Father

A Nerd To You All, But He's A Hero To Me {True Name Of This Poem}

To The World, He's The Nerdiest Wannabe Tough Guy,

But To Me, He's Just A Soft And Gentle And Humble Man,

A Man Afraid To Wrongly Offend, A Man Honestly Never

Afraid To Fall Flat On His Face And Try Once Again...

Lost My Grandmother At Age 12, A Mother Gone Before His Hardest Years,

He Had To Run An Entire Holy Ministry, At The Same Time, In Addition, Now

That's Truly Rough, That's A Wicked Fate, That Nobody Could Ever Want Or

Enjoy, But He Was Mature To Understand, That His Time Was Done As A Boy,

And That It Was Time To Step Up, And Be A Man Unto Himself, All The Way...

He Lost His Temper Many A Dozen, He Even Broke Jaws Inevitably On The

Sudden, But He Was Positively Violent With Having A Purpose In Life, To Be

A Messiah To His Own Kind, Which Were The Introverted And Nerdy And

Misfit And Black Sheep Clothed, He Embraced Them All, He Took

Them One By One Into His Ministry, He Fed Them Wisdom And Knowledge,

He Clothed Them With Love And Care, He Spoiled Them With His Freely

Sacrificed Sleeping Time And Free Time And Fun Time And Play Time,

He Did Miracles Of Divine Nature, Like A Mother Would Manufacture

Delightful Meals On A Whim, And He Spoke Words Of Grace And Love

And Humility From His Soul Always, Never Was He Bitter, Never Was He

Shy, And Although He Wasn't A Talker, His Actions Were Like 500,000

Speakers Turned Up To The Max, I Give You Only Facts With Logic, For

I Need Not Lie, As My Father Was That Darn Good, And He Knew It Too...

A Shoulder Injury Succeeded To Derail Him, But It Failed To Stop Him,

He Still Made Videos To Speak Prophetically To His People, He Never

Even Wanted To Rest That Tender Shoulder, He Even Went Out In The

Streets At Nights, To Invite The Residents Of A Foreign Country Over

To Where He Was, He Chose To Be Social With Them And Blend Them

Into His Sweet Mix, And Sweet It Was Indeed, With The Sad Thing Being

That He Never Had Me To Share Those Incredible Moments With As Well...

Papa Eventually Came Back, He Eventually Came To Captain His Ship

Again, The Followers Rose By The 10,000's, And The Testimonies Of

His Artistic Works Reached The Millions, And Soon Enough, He Was

Now A Monarch, Now On Top Of The World, But The Evil Ones Came

To Dethrone Him Again, But This Time, He Was Overdosed On Divine

Wisdom And Divine Anger And Divine Patience And Divine Courage,

Ready To Fight Them Again, And Along With His Six Other Faithful

Servants, He Conquered Them By The Spirit, And Sweet Were The

Victories, And The Merits Thereof, His Servants Shared In Too...

Many Millions Of Years Passed, And My Papa Was Still Alone And

A Pure Masculine Prize, Ready To Be Seen By A Good Woman,

That Would Come To Be The Mother, Who Bore Me Well, And

Growing Up, I Got To See What A God He Was, A Perfectly

Flawed God In Excellence Of Character And Spirit And Heart,

Seemingly Never Ever Finished, But Ever Increasing The Raw

Momentum Of All Of His Starts, For His New Seasons And His

New Journeys And His New Missions, And All While Doing So,

He Always Had Me Near Him To Keep A Close Eye, To Learn,

And A Clever Ear To Listen, And As I Grew Older And Older,

The Girl In Me Lessened, While The Woman In Me Blossomed,

And When I Left At 29 Years Old, He Was Still Focused And

Militant And Masculine At Best, Never Away From His Mission...

The Nerd He Was To The World, He Was Weird And A Mess,

That's All They Saw Of Him To Be, But I, Who Knew Him So

Well And So Deep, Saw The Greatness He Had, Which Now

Resides Inside Of Me, And Although He Walks Earth No

More, A Brave And Proud Fighter, That Death Couldn't

Ever Break, I Am Here To Continue On, What He Started,

A Ministry Still To Unfold, A Flock Of Peculiar Sheep To

Feed And Keep, But Here I Am, Ready To Conquer The

Scene Like The Mighty Meek, And Put The Evils To Sleep.