There is a battle that is fought every day,
Inflicting wounds unattended, a dangerous play,
Words from our father can lift or destroy,
If not acknowledged; he may remain just a boy,
Make no mistake there's a war for my soul,
The enemy attacking, stopping me being whole,
Trying to leave doubts, that I am a man,
Negative thoughts enhanced, just a part of his plan.
Time that fathers step up to the mark,
Their own inadequacies brought out of the dark,
Healed by our Saviour, by the affirming He gives,
Sharing meaning and assurance, by the life that he lives,
Giving words of direction to son's needing guidance,
Not frightened by hesitation, caused by Dad's silence,
Instead standing supported in the war for their soul,
Knowing true strength and the love that was stole.