Views from a Father

By: Heart Dad Ryan Hunter

The second your mother placed you on my chest, I knew right then, that I was blessed. 

Tear after tear, rolled down my face, I dropped to my knees begging for God’s grace.
 
Only minutes of life are at your feet, and you already taught daddy…you are hard to beat. 

I thought I was strong, I thought I was tough, until I met you, who has shown me some stuff.

You have my smile, you have my face, but every bit of you is built by God’s grace. 

From the crown of your head, to the soles of your feet, breath after breath, you crush defeat. 

I thought I was strong, I thought I was tough, until I met you, who has been through some stuff.

Test after test, cutting and prodding, you lay there perfectly, while I stood there sobbing. 

So many tears, so many fears, with no assurance of so many years. 

Seconds turn to minutes, minutes evolve into hours, I waited and searched for a sign of God’s power. 

The nurses were nice, the doctors were great, but my only focus was based on your fate. 

A question about this and a question about that, so many concerns about the format. 

Each day was long, going hours without eating; the only concern was your tender heart beating. 

Checkups and updates brought some small relief and moments of joy, although they were brief. 

I can only imagine the things that you feel; to be honest, it still seems so surreal. 

Just hours ago, celebration and laughter. Now here we are, evaluating what really matters. 

I thought I was strong, I thought I was tough, until I met you, who has taught me some stuff. 

Love is a gift, a sweet special gift, and I plan to cherish and always uplift. 

You taught me grace and how God gave it to me, I get to hold you and mold you down the road of recovery. 

It has not been easy, in fact it’s been scary, but you taught me with God, things are less weary. 

This may sound weird and you may not understand, but you mean the world to me and we are both in God’s hand.