I knew a crooked Man

There are far too many Paul/Pol/Pohl's in my life!
My own father's fake name he hid under for most of his life.
My mentor, now dead.
All of his sons,
All of his sons-in-law!
And yes, even grand children's names!

They were all family to me,
Except for my own MIA birth-father!

When I meet a man, whom portends to be Christian,
I quietly just step back and watch
And wait ...
 The truth will eventually slip out ....

By year three,
I knew the guy was the real thing!
Solid family,
Solid prayer life,
And knew his Bible!

I prayed about this,
And decided to tell him I was adopting him!
He had no kids anyone knew of,
And I needed to know how to live as a Christian male!

Needless to say,
As a very proud German,
He saw no reason not to tell me I was crazy!
But events in his life suddenly,
Brought me to the forefront of his life -
He needed someone
And I was faithfully there ...
For over thirty years!

And through those years,
I learned he did have grown children,
And where all of the skeletons were kept.

And when I found it was time to build a family,
He was an enthusiastic grandfather!

In his 90's,
He could no longer do many things.
His body was broken,
From decades of mission trips.
Helping people with construction,
And yes, his house was broken as well,
By an awesome mudslide
Me and "my boys" dug his house out of the mud by shove fulls for months!

 I knew a crooked man,
Whom lived in a crooked house,
And I made him family,
And served him as best I could,
Envision a father should be served.
Until God called him home ....
Ahead of me.