A Poem for Finley

This poem was written by Finley's great-grandfather, Papa.

FINLEY PAUL

God’s tiniest “fair-haired soldier” boy
felt alone in the crib where he lay.
He, somehow, knew he was special . . .
he had waited nine months for this day.

His mother and father were jubilant.
They were, both, as he knew they would be.
Even now, he could only hear their voice . . .
those voices had arms which held lovingly.

He knew he was destined to break new-ground
in this family that God had ordained.
A mother, a father, a brother
who loved God, and never complained.

Such were the qualifications
of a family who would rear a son
who was born to change the fabric of love
between four, whom God would mold into one!

His name is Finn. He was touched by God.
He is different, but no-one’s to blame.
God touched Finn’s heart and soul from within;
(whoever God touches is never the same)!

Finn will forever be one-of-a-kind.
God creates only the VERY BEST.
Sometimes it takes a fair-haired soldier
to mold in His likeness . . . ALL the rest!

Finn, you have changed us forever.
We will nevermore be the same
You are to us a light in the darkness
that calms every storm in God’s name.

Jesus does always know what to do
(where potential is high, but zeal is low).
At times like that, comes a fair-haired one
with a flair to make earthly things grow.

PAPA

© John F. Templin
2-1-07