Here in New Zealand father’s day is approaching, adds appear on TV or are heard on the radio; For that special gift. This is a poem about father’s day.
My earthly Dad has long gone the way of mortal man,
The heavenly Father is always only a prayer a way,
Where the family would scout about in shops for that special gift,
My earthly dad was happy with the tried and true,
sock, ties,hanks, chocolates, or books,
He love to go fishing on Sunday mornings,
At night after milking and dinner was over,
Dad would head off to bed with a good book.
He was a great dad, the best any girl could have.
The Heavenly Father only asks that we love Him with all our hearts,
He provides all we need and knows ones thoughts,
Before a person knows themselves.
What man finds impossible is possible with the Heavenly Father.
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