Take a moment to leave a tribute to your dad, husband, or any other wonderful father you know, in the comments.
LOVE my daddy. He supported me so many ways when I felt like my life was falling apart. Love you!
Who watched me walk and bid me run,
Who kissed my head when night was come,
Who else can do the things he’s done?
When troubles come to him I fly,
He draws me closer when I cry,
He’s very much like God on high;
He worked so hard that I might live,
He taught me much that I believe,
And he no kobo did receive;
Who with his rod made me obey,
My hands can work, my knees can pray,
Who else has made me proud today?
He bought the books that I did read,
The shirts, the shoes that I did need,
Who else was there to care and lead?
Who sheltered me and gave me food,
Who wished me all the best he could,
And never did me harm but good?
And though his days are getting old,
Me, I’m so rich with wealth untold,
I treasure him far more than gold;
I pray I’ll see him up above,
In Heaven, home so full of love,
White and spotless just like a dove;
By Daniel Mbajiorgu (ThePoetMonk)
A rhyme for children – written to the tune of Ann Taylor’s, MY MOTHER.
My earthly dad wasn’t the best of dads–he still loves the bottle more than he loves me. The Lord made up for my dad’s earthly neglect though, so that He became my DAD. But today I’d like to say one good thing about my earthly father—I believe that with all his weaknesses and failures my dad does love me, at least to the best of his ability.
So sorry, Christine. I admire your attitude and the fact that you believe the best of your dad and walk in forgiveness. Cling tight to THE Father – the One who loves us more than we can imagine.
AN ELEGY FOR MY FATHER
How fallen, O, the mighty are
The brave how lowly lie;
Who once shone like a lustrous star
Way up the sooty sky.
See now how Death hath slain with sleep
A clever man and wise;
His eyes forever shut will keep
To flood with tears our eyes.
What pain to lose a dearest dear
By morn of springing May;
A sage whose words we loved to hear
Has flown on wings away.
He voiced like lions in a den
Then smiled and winked an eye;
Such tender heart, God’s gift to men,
Did never hurt a fly.
Like sheep the children flocked him round
Grandpa was fun to see;
With many tales of witty sound
To sleep did lull them he.
Of gold and silver men may boast -
The mundane and the vain;
In Honesty prided he most,
He sold not Truth for gain.
As tireless work was fine respite
So zeal was robe delight;
In knowledge found him purest light
In humour found him might.
In life he was a living stone,
And walked, like saints, alone;
Unsung, unpraised, unloved, unknown,
To God, a precious one.
Though sickness came and stole his life
Dad’s heart of gold was pure;
And while the flutes his fame can’t fife
His good name shall endure.
Though minstrelsy can’t hymn him praise
And none his fate revise;
Let Death through sleep shut up his days
The just from dust shall rise.
How resplendent his pedigree -
Though dead at sev’ty six;
That wife and children, nine, agree
His loss no one can fix.
Thou welling spring upon my crown,
Thou tears that flow like stream;
Flow me to Daddy where he’s gone
Tell me it’s all a dream.
By Daniel Mbajiorgu (ThePoetMonk).
On the 8th of May, 2008, I lost my dad who left behind mom and the nine of us. And for his funeral I wrote this elegy, and that was four years after I had written, MY FATHER, to celebrate him. I wish to thank God Who raised for me a father like him.
A Yellow Cock Heralds the Song
A yellow cock heralds the song
The whistling wind it goes,
The little robins chirp along
The morn from evening grows.
With gladsome hearts and hymns of praise
The Lord on high let’s hail,
Whose faithfulness and love and grace
And mercies never fail.
From infancy through all our days
His eye on us He keeps,
By mount or vale in all our ways
He slumbers not nor sleeps.
Who, of our many sins in spite
Doth gladly us forbear,
Though pure as light and bright as white
For us He’ll always care.
How patiently He doth entreat
How tenderly He bears,
We often fall about His feet
To cast our pains and cares.
How liberally He doth provide
And quickly doth forgive,
Forevermore He’s by our side
Who no moment will leave.
He counts it most that we are frail
Like lambs He leadeth us,
His barns so full of bread and quail
Like sheep He feedeth us.
The wondrous works His hands hath made
The mountain and the sea,
And countless stars in skies arrayed
He makes our eyes to see.
His mellow sounds the trees upon
For free our ears will hear,
The birds that call, the brooks that run
Their sweetest notes are near.
Like floods comes he, our foe, to kill
His fiery darts he slings,
From many snares and dangers ill
They cover us, His wings.
While here on earth He’s sure to bless
Our yoke though light may be,
He built for us a home of rest
In worlds that eyes can’t see.
Holy angels, seraphim bright
In golden worlds above,
With flaming tongues thy hymns recite
Who know His ceaseless love.
Let all creations of our God
Both plants and beasts of prey,
Stormy wind, fulfilling His Word,
Praise Him both night and day.
A yellow cock heralds the song
The whistling wind it blows,
Six robins small still sing along
As eve from morning grows.
With louder croaks joins he his note
A frog atop a log,
Unstopping bleats a tethered goat
With gusto barks a dog.
Who placed such psaltery like a harp
On every creature’s breast,
That kittens mew and monkeys clap
E’en while at play or rest?
The skies have heard the joyful noise
The thunder rocks her drum,
In symphony resounds each voice
The rains with clatter come.
O blest creation of our King
Sing out and be not proud,
With psalms of joy thy praises ring
Rejoice and shout aloud.
Ye man created like our God
Crowned ye like peacocks cute,
Let not an ass rebuke ye, sod,
Whilst thou remaineth mute.
Join now this choir of the Lord
See how the clouds they dance,
Praise Him with mirth thy Maker God
Extol and give Him thanks.
Finally, in celebration of Father’s Day, I wish to share this poem about God, THE FATHER, just to celebrate and honor Him. This piece was submitted for the Faithwriters Contest for the topic: YELLOW.
Character according to Frank H. Cheley is widely caught hence he recommends that, the father and the home should be the great source of character infection.
Accordingly, a man’s children and his garden both reflect the amount of weeding done during the the growing season. thus confirming the classicist, Euripides statement “Noble fathers have noble children”.
Tomorrow marks another fathers’ day. Many a times, this day go unnoticed, compared with mothers’ day but whether fathers are loved or lambasted or even criticized one thing stands tall and that is the fact that: “Directly after God in Heaven comes a Father.” ALL father should be console in this fact and take up their heavenly responsibility as we celebrate this Fathers’ day!
I love you father!!!! uncles!!!!! Revs!!!! and Pastors!!!!!! and Papas!!!!
To children:This Father’s Day, show your Dad how much you love and respect him and how much you care for him. Don’t you forget to hug your dad, kiss and tell him that you love him like you do to your mother.
WISHING ALL FATHERS, EMPATHETIC MOTHERS AND CHILDREN A VERY HAPPY FATHERS DAY!!!!
i love my dad more then anyone and anything <3
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