Diary of a Son. {MYSTERIES}

Dear Diary; #apsalmofpraise.

I love my Dad so much because He first loved me, I love Him more than words can express because He cares about me. I love my Dad so much because He is kind to me, I love Him with all my heart because He gave me the heart. I love my Dad so much I would die for Him, He loves me more because He already did. My love for Him is great, because of Him I became so great. I would never stop loving Him because He never stops giving me reasons to. Why would I run out of love for Him, when His faithfulness never runs out. How can my love for Him die, when His mercies keeps me breathing. Show me hatred for loving Him, and my eyes would see one more reason to love Him. Let me scream my love Him till the mountains seek refuge underneath a shell, and the oceans flow into a bottle because the earth trembles. Let my hands wave in praises to Him until the skies mimic the movement of my hands. My love for Him commands my body to dance in thanks to Him till the trees jump out from their roots to learn my ‘Love Dance'.

If you do not approve of my love for my Dad, leave my way or get caught in a stampede, with so many people running to His Castle, even the animals would make you the earth on which they run the frantic race for their lives. I would feed Him my love until He is overfed, and still keep feeding Him, I would make His Heart drunk in my love. Would you not love the potter whose great skill turned clay to the most beautiful and inexplicable piece of art? Can I find a good reason to take my heart away from the artist in whose wisdom painted the most perfect and beauteous Garden without a pen but with words of His mouth? I am enamored with His magnificence, His grandeur drives me crazy, His excellence is enchanting. I spell out His name, and His spell is over me. Dad, you never get dirty but please let me bathe You in my ocean of love, permit me to spoil you with affection the same way you do me. When I think of His goodness, I love Him more, and catch myself stomping, even though I never knew how.

Loving my Dad, the only thing that means everything to me. Once I was nothing, but when He taught me to love Him unconditionally, He picked me up, dusted me and made me ‘THAT THING’. I had joy, we have fun. The birds in the sky sang of a love that made stones grow hearts, He took away my sorrows and gave me His Love. I did not feel like I deserved it, but He called it a fair trade, my love has become so contagious it is infecting people. I know you are but I love and care about you so much I still have to ask, How are you Dad? Pause!