I'm so very excited to present my very first guest blogger...
my daughter, Paris A. I. Larkin
Presenting an original piece: "He Is"
He holds a fist,
That is put together by strong hands, made up of worked fingers and tired tips.
From plowing his generational field, being ever so careful to protect the fruit that it yields.
Remembering that only in due season will it be ripe enough to partake in.
He talks from a mouth
Made of a sharp tongue, embraced by timely lips.
Speaking in moderation and caution, he understands his sword holds life and death.
He only forms words of blessing. He tells Satan get behind him
He stands tall,
On legs that have marched for freedom and truth.
Carrying purpose and destiny in every step
That never lolly gagged, but stayed the path
He broadens his shoulders,
Knowing that it is signature for dignity and stability
Allowing him to keep his head held high.
So that he may only gain wisdom from the God in the sky
Leading with his proud chest, the seat to his heart.
He holds up eyes
To the hills where his help comes from.
Leaning not on chariots and horses but the rock of every age
With a posture of maturity and life battles, he teaches
With a fist of hard work he fights for the generation to come
With a mouth of power he speaks those things that weren't into are
With legs of strength he stands to lead those that have lost their way
With a chest made of iron and fire he guards truth and swallows pride
With an upright head he gains knowledge to endure the race
He Is strong, He Is wise, He Is.
I pray this song inspires you~