“If you, then, being evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your heavenly Father give good things to those who ask him?” Matthew 7:11
June was my dad’s month – Father’s Day, his birthday – he even married a lady named June. (Their anniversary is in June.) So I’m dedicating one more post to him today.
Just before flying to St. Louis to join my father for his big 65th birthday celebration, I composed this poem during my morning run. I am now one year older than he was then – Where does the time go???
Happy Father’s Day, everyone.
You told me that God was my Father; As a child I believed it was true. I wanted to know what this Father was like, So the man that I studied was you.
Your eyes were so warm and so merry; We laughed all the time as we played. And knowing that laughter’s created by God, He seemed not so stern as I prayed.
You punished sometimes; it was for my own good, And I knew that your love was still there. And knowing that’s God’s even wiser than you Makes suffering less hard to bear.
You gave much away, still we prospered, And it was then I decided That God’s wealth is different from that of the world – It’s multiplied as it’s divided.
And so, through twenty-nine wonderful years, I’ve seen what you told me was true. If one who is human can love me so much, I’m confident God loves me, too. I’ve seen with my own eyes that “God is Love.” I’ve seen His love living in you.