Friend of the Fatherless
I wrote this last year as I was anticipating becoming a father for the first time... You were born in the fields of the fatherless Cut down at the root and left there alone. Jesus came as a friend to the fatherless Picked you up and brought you home. Life is hard in the fields of the fatherless For its wounds cause the spirit to groan Jesus comes as the friend to the fatherless He knows the plans he has for His own Now our friend, faithful friend of the fatherless Walks the ground where so many seeds were sown And the cut off the cast out the distressed Are gathered up to be never disowned So child come in from the fields of the fatherless Enter in to be nurtured and known You’ve been called and chosen for blessedness For in this new work, God’s glory is shown. June 24, 2011 Anthony Foster