Father's Precious

By S.Nanddeep

Father to you I’m precious.

Dirt to the world was your precious diamond

My hands of Destruction was your hands of mason.

My seven deadly sins were your seven little problems To solve.

My lust you turned into laughter

My Pride you turned into purpose

My greed you turned into goodwill

My envy you turned into Ebullient

My sloth you turned into strength

My wrath you turned into warmth

My gluttony you turned into grace

This little trickster was your little treasure

This little Sinner was your little Saint

All cause I was my father’s precious

By S.Nanddeep