Father of Grim
The only way, I can describe,The Father,
Of Her, Who Is Grim,
Is in a way, no human can,
Begin to comprehend;
For as it's taught, My Father, loved, and formed me in the womb,
In this life, spiritually died, My Father raised me from the tomb.
Father, to Me, and my Beloved,
My Lord & King of Kings,
Father to All, You deserve a gift,
Can the clay, the potter creates, give the potter gifts, like rings?
My Father, Dear God, On Father's Day, Your Will Be Done is what I gift to You,
Use Me, Father, I will obey, I know Your Word is True