Father Praise

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

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 just getting old

Never standing up 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 just won't fly

Know his love and pride can never die

Some feel they have no father

So, on this day why bother

Forget not, our God the Father

To Him, you're son, and brother.

Praise Him.

AMEN