Father’s Day 1999
You are to me a treasure box,
And in wonder do I gaze
At the riches beyond description
Whenever the lid is raised.
Wisdom sparkles and shines at me,
God’s truth — so bright and clear,
His Word in your heart in abundance,
So much that I hold dear.
Every word of love you speak to me
Gets etched upon my soul.
I clasp it here and on it lives;
Your treasure becomes mine to hold.
I’m thankful for what you have given me
And what still lies in store.
Eternal grace, eternal love.
Indeed, my house shall never be poor!
Epilogue: My father passed away less than a month after I gave him this poem for Father’s Day. Mark Sheagley lost his battle with pancreatic cancer at age 56. I miss him but am so grateful for his legacy of faith in God.
Love. And defilement.
My enemy rubbed my feelings between his hands,
And snarled them into a horrible ball,
That he flung against the wall too many times.
So dizzy was my heart,
So without its bearings.
Before me sat a ball of twine,
Knotted and tangled in a mess.
I couldn’t unravel it . . .
. . . Without you.
Slowly, I watched you work
Until I could see each end.
My eyes tried to follow where they led,
looping, turning, twisting.
I couldn’t keep track.
With steadiness and patience in your hand those knots surrendered.
You straighten and separated.
You loosen and unbunch.
I see what this is now, all unwound.
A single, long thread of love.
The defilement was never mine.
My sovereign, Lord, I thank you.
I praise you unceasingly.
No longer am I afraid to touch it,
To take hold of it and let it lead me
Where you have ordained it to go forth.
Would that it end up at your glorious salvation!
I am locked in a cage with my heart.
A captive of its captivity.
The secrets it holds are many, there are places dark and deep.
In my cage I sit with all of them.
Alone without a key.
Afraid to move or see.
My adversary comes at me with lances through the bars.
He wounds me and he mocks me.
I have so many scars.
You approach with your key of light and slip it through the hole.
I recoil from the brightness. Try to hide what you would see.
“Fear not,” is what you speak to me as you open up the door.
With your steady hand you lift me out.
I am caged no more.
The secrets you have opened up.
You have cleansed me completely through.
Their hold on me is broken and I live anew.
“I’ve come to set the captives free, and heal up every breach.
My love is enough to take you out of harm’s reach.
Be free now. Come into my love and joy and peace.
There are many other captives waiting for release.
With my Spirit, you can help me. You have been where they are now.
Together, we will set them loose so they can walk my holy ground.
My kingdom is approaching, many eyes will see my light.
With your heart, now free and open, you can join me in my fight.”