On Fathers Day, for quite sound reason, ... I praise my children for this season, ... The memories of those precious years, ...
Easily brings this grown man to tears.
Without my children, I'd miss much mortal love,
To augment being filled with God above.
I am content, in His Shalom.
By Arley Steinhour 061911 mod 061916
It is again that time of year
When son or daughter bend the ear
About the Father with no peer
Not this, or any other year
Before you thank God, for your Dad,
Remember the times, that you were bad,
Sneaking off to do, what made him sad,
At last, growing out of that, then Fad.
Some might say your Dad was cold,
Working hard and getting old,
Never standing, as truly bold,
Living like a car, at least Twice Sold.
To you I offer, this kind word,
About the compliments, you've not heard,
It is hard to see, when eyes are blurred,
Or sing a praise, with voice assured.
Though men are tough, and 'do not cry,'
When you see a twinkle, in his eye,
It's a tear of joy, that isn't Shy,
Know, his loving Pride, will never die.
Some feel they have no loving father,
'So, on this day, why should I bother,'
Forget Ye not, our God, the Father
To Him, you're His Child, Like No Other.
Praise Him, Every Day.