Father's Day

I got the neatest note from Floy today.  Let me just share it with you.

-- Editor

The church is having a Father's day program for Sabbath School next Sabbath.  I was asked to write a poem to read.  I had written this one in my teens but have changed and added a little to it for the occasion.

 

We are to bring a picture of our fathers to display and write a little bit about them.  I have an announcement poster of daddy's 100th birthday celebration at Hester home which I am taking.

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Here is the poem.

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DAD

Of all the rhyming talent, the poets ever had,

They often write of Mother, but seldom write of Dad

My dad is Elder of the church--there many a duty lies.

He always knows just what to do whenever troubles rise.

His Bible is his constant guide, a wise man thus he is,

For gems of wisdom hidden deep within the book are his.

Though he is poor in this world's goods, all Heaven's at his command.

For when his earnest prayers arise, God hears and fills his hand.

His friends and neighbors see in him a conscientious man.

He is kind and honest in his ways, helping where he can.

Since he is slow of speech, he doesn’t have much to say;

But when he talks ‘tis well thought out and right in every way.

Morning and evening worship were faithfully observed.

He strove to teach us all to know the God he loved and served.

I don’t remember hearing a cross word ever spoken.

But when he punished me (‘twas rare) my tender heart was broken.

He sacrificed along with mom, sent me to boarding school,

Where there were Christian teachers. Bible teachings were the rule.

He has struggled hard and long to give us all good care.

When Jesus comes to take us home, may his family all be there.

P.S.

By the way, he was a poet, too; with perfect rhythm, wrote.

But he did not save them – must have fed them to the goat.

By Floy