There is a Man

There is a man, who fights for the lives of many people,
Who defends them night and day, from the onslaught a roiling tide,
And he would rather die himself, than one of his own,
There is a man, who laid down himself, for the cause of a true Man,
Who gave up beautiful dreams, for the eternal light, and a forever dream,
He sweats over life, and grinds in the stone, to shape frameless children, into glorious paintings,
Glorious, Glorious, is the sight that he sees, a sight that only the Master could put into his mind’s eye,
His master knows, that this man, is a man, that will do what he must, he will do what he knows is right,
There is a man, who shows selfless love to loveless men, and gives truth and grace to the Godless,
And he will stop at nothing, to accomplish the greatest heights, and farthest distance,
For other people,
There is a man, who knows that every man can stumble, he is so very humble,
And can say he is wrong, when no man could,
There is a man, who dares to fight, against this present darkness, and is not afraid to step into empty air,
And take the step of faith, for his God, and his family,
He is my Father,
And I love him.