Dad

Upon a rocky trail one day,
I met a friendly pair,
A father and his little child-
A storm was in the air.
The precipice was dangerous,
The wind was coming on,
But on that child's trusting face
Was joyfulness and calm.

My own heart quaked a bit with fear
Of what might lie ahead,
But I said, "Aren't you afraid?"
The wee one shook his head,
Astonished at my ignorance,
"Oh, don't you understand,
Why, mister, I can't be afraid
When daddy holds my hand."
-Alice Mortenson



When Father prays
he doesn't use
the words the preacher does;
There's different things
for different days,
but mostly it's for us.

When Father prays
the house is still,
His voice is slow and deep.
We shut our eyes,
the clock ticks loud,
So quiet we must keep.

He prays that we may be good boys,
And later on good men;
And then we squirm, and think we won't
have any quarrels again.

You'd never think, to look at Dad,
He once had tempers, too.
I guess if Father needs to pray,
We youngsters surely do.

Sometimes the prayer gets very long
And hard to understand,
And then I wiggle up quite close,
And let him hold my hand.

I can't remember all of it,
I'm little yet, you see,
But one thing I cannot forget,
My father prays for me!
-Author unknown




Happy Father's Day to my beloved husband! You are a wonderful daddy to our children.





The glory of children is their Fathers. -Proverbs 17:6