The Touch of Fathers Hand!


When I was young and being bad,

I thank God for the dad I had,

He would not beat me,

But he would guide,

With words of wisdom,

Obtained from God’s word,

He kept by his side.

Every night I would wait,

Watching him come down the hill,

Walking from work

To enjoy his family,

While supper we ate.

Dad made sure his family,

Went to Church each Sunday,

To learn about Jesus,

That He was the truth, the Life,

And the way,

We would sing “Jesus loves me,”

And ” This is my Father’s world”.

I thank God,

For my father,

And his leading me,

To know the Master,

And a home with Jesus,

For Eternity.

Thank you dad,

And thank you Heavenly Father,

For loving me,

And loving others.



Author: wint68,70pluswint

I am married, have four lovely children and five grandchildren. I love gospel music and to write poetry as a hobby. I love animals such as dogs, and white tailed deer. I love good clean humor.

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