I Call Him Sir

I Call Him Sir

Some call Him Lord
Some Almighty on High,
Some call Him Father
Looking up in His eyes.

I prefer calling Him Sir
He shares Truth unmasked
You met Him in my poem
What’s Your Voice, He Asked?

Yes, Sir is my Lord,
Most Holy God Head;
God of the Judeo-Christian Bible
Risen Savior from the dead.

There have been times
When Sir left me alone,
Leaving me to flounder –
Depressed to the bone.

Yet He always returns,
He always knows best
He is secretly watching
My response to his test.

Most times I do bad
My efforts so sad,
Though he often chastens
His Love always hastens.

I meet Him in the wasteland
Of my imagination –
Though I assure you He is real,
Not of my own creation.

He meets me where my life
Is most securely at rest,
Where our talk can be candid,
Where it meets no other test.

Sir has to be stern,
I am so stubborn you see;
He puts me on his knee
To grant son-ship to me.

I have said it before
And will say it again:
My Sir is not confined
To the reaches of my mind.

He is there for all
To enjoy and to love –
Quite literally
Sir is a friend from above.

So repent in your heart,
Be sure not to hide.
Ask Sir to come in,
He will enter with arms open wide.