When You are a Son
When you're not a son
You can't
take control of the TV remote, or
eat the chocolate on the shelf
You can't
find comfort by playing with father’s beard hairs, or
plead something for yourself
No, you can't
when you're not a son
When you're not a son
You don't
know where the vegetables are kept, or
understand the family in-joke
You don't
have the right to an inheritance, or
get asked to wash the dishes for visiting folk
No, you don't
When you're not a son
When you're not a son
You feel
like an imposter, even when welcomed
temporary, because you'll soon outlive your stay
You feel
awkward asking for things
like you need to earn your right or even pay to belong
You feel
like Cinderella; you'll sweep and clean,
at the fringes always watching, never truly seen
afraid, ever afraid, that you'll be told to go, “leave!”
When you're not a son
You have no home
No true belonging
You can be disposed, overlooked, forgotten
After all, who are you when you're not the son?
But what if you are...?
When you are a son
You can
fill up the bath to the brim
throw your clothes on the floor
You can
cuddle and lounge
and bang doors
Be real!
You can
When you're a son
When you are a son
You don't
have to ask permission to enter the father’s office
or hesitate to ask for dad’s advice
You don't
have to worry that you'll be stranded or abandoned
or need to quiver and scrounge because you're blood, not random
No, you don't fear
When you're a son
When you are a son
You feel
at ease, you know who you are
and safe, because your father's got your back
You feel
the warmth of your family,
and sure, because once a son, your position is never under attack
Fact
You feel peace
When you're a son
If you’ve surrendered your life to THE Son, God Himself who lived, died and resurrected,
Don't you know you've been made his sibling?
Adopted
The legal paperwork's all gone through
Stamped, sealed, approved
No longer a beggar at the gate, but a son at the table
Dining with the Father who chose you from before you were able to chose Him
The Father of lights, Creator of the world
God and Judge, Holy Being unrivalled
You could never earn your place
You don’t deserve it
You came disheveled, broken and burdened by sin
But God the Father in abundant love saw it fit
To clothe you in robes of righteousness and give you the family ring
You belong to Him and He is yours
He's the authority and He's forgiven you
So there's no denying it
Embrace the child in you
Let loose your real emotions, Baba can take it, see
Accept the fact that you're safe, for all eternity
How dare you say you're not a son
When THE Son died for you
So, what if you are?
Live like it.
