Poems Fathers Daymy best Poems Fathers Day collections.F.A.T.H.E.R.S."F" aithful."A" lways there."T" rustworthy."H" onoring."E" ver-loving."R" ighteous."S" upportive.You NeverYou never said I'm leavingYou never said goodbyeYou were gone before I knew it,And only God knew whyA million times I needed you,A million times I criedIf Love alone could have saved you,You never would have diedIn Life I loved you dearlyIn death I love you stillIn my heart you hold a place,That no one could ever fillIt broke my heart to lose you,But you didn't go aloneFor part of me went with you,The day God took you home.What Makes a DadGod took the strength of a mountain,The majesty of a tree,The warmth of a summer sun,The calm of a quiet sea,The generous soul of nature,The comforting arm of night,The wisdom of the ages,The power of the eagle's flight,The joy of a morning in spring,The faith of a mustard seed,The patience of eternity,The depth of a family need,Then God combined these qualities,When there was nothing more to add,He knew His masterpiece was complete,And so, He called it ... DadMy Dad and IMy dad and I-we think alike,He knows just what I meanBefore I even say a wordHe reads, well, in between.My dad and I-we like to fishOr build a model plane,Or fix a broken chair or twoOr just a windowpane.My dad and I-we know the scoreOf every single game;Sometimes he's really busy, tooBut he takes me just the same.My dad and I-we go swimming too,Each year and sometimes twice.My dad and I-we do everything;My dad-he's really nice.Phyllis C. MichaelFather's DayOver the yearsAs we grow old,We remember our fatherSo brave and bold.In the garden,Leaning on the plow,He would listen to me;I see him now.He would give adviceAnd understand;He was always thereTo lend a hand.God made fathersStrong and firm,For he knew our livesWould have great concerns.So he gave us fathersTo teach us to pray,And guide our lives,And show us the way.So on his dayLet's take the timeTo say "Thanks, dad.I'm glad you're mine."Mary Frances BogleA Little Girl Needs DaddyA little girl needs DaddyFor many, many things:Like holding her high off the groundWhere the sunlight sings!Like being the deep musicThat tells her all is rightWhen she awakens frantic withThe terrors of the night.Like being the great mountainThat rises in her heartAnd shows her how she might get homeWhen all else falls apart.Like giving her the loveThat is her sea and air,So diving deep or soaring highShe'll always find him there.Daddy, I Love YouDaddy, I love youFor all that you do.I'll kiss you and hug you'Cause you love me, too.You feed me and need meTo teach you to play,So smile 'cause I love youOn this Father's Day.Fathers Can Be Solitary MountainsFathers can be solitary mountains,All their love rock-like, steep, and strong.Though warm and caring, somehow they belongHalfway home to mothers' bubbling fountains.Each of us needs love that knows no quarter,Reminding us of bonds that cross a border,Strengthening our sense of right and wrong.Fathers Need Not Fathers BeFathers need not fathers be.All one needs to do is chooseTo love for life, and that embrace,Held long and hard, bestows the graceEach craves. For all in time must lose,Restored alone by memory.So now it is with you and me.Grandfathers Are Fathers Who Are GrandGrandfathers are fathers who are grand,Restoring the sense that our most precious thingsAre those that do not change much over time.No love of childhood is more sublime,Demanding little, giving on demand,Far more inclined than most to grant the wingsAllowing us to reach enchanted lands.Though grandfathers must serve as second fathers,Helping out with young and restless hearts,Each has all the patience wisdom brings,Remembering our passions more than others,Soothing us with old and well-honed arts.To My Dad on His DayTo my dad on his day,Of whom I am a living will:May your happiness fulfillYour goodness, as is just and right.Deeds are seeds upon the nightAs wind and wonder have their way,Delivering the destined light.My Dad's HandsBedtime came, we were settling down,I was holding one of my lads.As I grasped him so tight, I saw a strange sight:My hands. . .they looked like my dad's!I remember them well, those old gnarled hooks,there was always a cracked nail or two.And thanks to a hammer that strayed from its mark,his thumb was a beautiful blue!They were rough, I remember, incredibly tough,as strong as a carpenter's vice.But holding a scared little boy at night,they seemed to me awfully nice!The sight of those hands - how impressive it wasin the eyes of his little boy.Other dads' hands were cleaner, it seemed(the effects of their office employ).I gave little thought in my formative yearsof the reason for Dad's raspy mitts:The love in the toil, the dirt and the oil,rusty plumbing that gave those hands fits!Thinking back, misty-eyed, and thinking ahead,when one day my time is done.The torch of love in my own wrinkled handswill pass on to the hands of my son.I don't mind the bruises, the scars here and thereor the hammer that just seemed to slip.I want most of all when my son takes my hand,to feel that love lies in the grip.My DadWhen I was just a tiny kid,Do you remember when,The time you kissed my bruises,Or cleaned by soiled chin?You scrambled for the balls I hit,(Short-winded more than not,)Yet, every time we'd play a game,You praised the "outs" I caught.It seems like only yesterday,You wiped away my tears,And late at night I called your name,To chase away my fears.Though time has changed your handsome grip,Your hair is snowy white,You gait's a little slower now,Thick glasses help your sight.Oh, do I thirst for years gone by,To be that growing lad,Re-living all of the memories,Of growing with my dad.Fathers are Wonderful PeopleFathers are wonderful peopleToo little understood,And we do not sing their praisesAs often as we should...For, somehow, Father seems to beThe man who pays the bills,While Mother binds up little hurtsAnd nurses all our ills...And Father struggles dailyTo live up to "HIS IMAGE"As protector and providerAnd "hero or the scrimmage"...And perhaps that is the reasonWe sometimes get the notion,That Fathers are not subjectTo the thing we call emotion,But if you look inside Dad's heart,Where no one else can seeYou'll find he's sentimentalAnd as "soft" as he can be...But he's so busy every dayIn the grueling race of life,He leaves the sentimental stuffTo his partner and his wife...But Fathers are just WONDERFULIn a million different ways,And they merit loving complimentsAnd accolade of praise,For the only reason Dad aspiresTo fortune and successIs to make the family proud of himAnd to bring them happiness...And like OUR HEAVENLY FATHER,He's a guardian and a guide,Someone that we can count onTo be ALWAYS ON OUR SIDE.Be Kind To Thy FatherBe kind to thy father,for when thou wert young,Who loved thee so fondly as he?He caught the first accents thatfell from thy tongue,And joined in thy innocent glee.Butterfly KissesThere's two things I know for sure.She was sent here from heaven,and she's daddy's little girl.As I drop to my knees by her bed at night,she talks to Jesus, and I close my eyes.And I thank God for all of the joy inmy life, But most of all, for...Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer.Stickin' little white flowers all up in her hair."Walk beside the pony daddy,it's my first ride.""I know the cake looks funny,daddy, but I sure tried."Oh, with all that I've done wrong,I must have done something rightTo deserve a hug every morning,And butterfly kisses at night.Sweet sixteen today,She's looking like her mommaa little more everyday.One part woman, the other part girl.To perfume and makeup,form ribbons and curls.Trying her wings outin a great big world. But I remember...Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer.Stickin' little white flowers all up in her hair."You know how much I love you daddy,But if you don't mind,I'm only going to kiss you onthe cheek this time."With all that I've done wrongI must have done something right.To deserve her love every morning,And butterfly kisses at night.All the precious timeLike the wind, the years go byPrecious butterflySpread your wings and flyShe'll change her name today.She'll make a promise,and I'll give her away.Standing in the bride roomjust staring at her,she asked me what I'm thinking,and I said "I'm not sure,I just feel like I'm losing my baby girl."Then she leaned over....and gave me....Butterfly kisses, with her mama thereSticking little flowers all up in her hair"Walk me down the aisle, daddy,it's just about time.""Does my wedding gown look pretty, daddy?""Daddy, don't cry."With all that I've done wrong,I must have done something rightTo deserve her love every morning,And butterfly kissesI couldn't ask God for more, man, this is what love isI know I've gotta let her go, but I'll always rememberEvery hug in the morning, and butterfly kisses...Daddy's GirlWhen you were young, pony-tailed,face full of playful freckles,were you a daddy's girl?I was. I still am.Did you look to him for your security,for love and attention,for the understanding, and the patience you lackedas a child?My daddy was the center of my small world,the focus of my affections,the star that lit my life, shining bright.Shining still in my heart.The years have led me here,weathered with maturity and responsibilities,and I see more clearly now.The hardships, burdens of love,and all the small sacrifices he made for me,for our family.He created stability, a place to call home.All the photographs I browse throughof a child long forgotten, scarcely rememberedsmiling, so happy and so loved.The mere thought of becoming that role modelis enough to send me cowering, afraid...looking for guidance.Turning to my father and my more for support,advice, wise counsel, and for approval.Grown up, I see differently now...A new perspective of a man I have always known.My heart is full, my emotions overpoweringjust in the certainty of that bond.He's been there for me through all the conflictshelping me over the rough, ragged stones of growing up.My respect for him is unending,faith is unbound, and love is unquestioning.Even in the midst of all my imperfections, he is lenient,ignoring the pitfalls, the downfalls, the shortcomings,he just accepted me as I was, as I am.The sheer purity of it leaves me awe-struckand it lifts me up, it holds my head a little higher,it keeps me in balance,harmonizing with the world around mebeautifully, like an inspired masterpiece from the soulof an honest man.I am honored to know him, to love him, to be of him.He's my hero, and I am his daughter, his little girl.Parent's Murphy's Law1. Parenting is a 24-hour-a-day job with no salary, no raises, no promotions and very fewvacations.2. Parents are responsible for everything that happens to their children.3. Guilt and self-blame are occupational hazards.4. Parents don't get worker's compensation or any other fringe benefits.5. Parents can never retire -- even when their kids ask them to.6. Parents "don't get no respect" --until they die--and then it's too late.A Father Is:There in every memorySee his love and careStrength and hands to count onFreely he does shareProvider, toil so faithfullyTo make our dreams come trueGive strong and tender disciplineThough it is hard to doA Father is God's chosen oneTo lead the familyAnd point it to His will for lifeOf love and harmony...Happy Fathers DayHappy Fathers DayHappy Fathers day means morethan have a happy dayIt means i love you first of allThen thanks for all you doIt means you mean a lot to meand that I honor you.Daddy you are the BestDaddy you are the best,although you live in the west.stay the way you are,while your driving your sports car.You couldn't be a better dadoh yeah, don't go driving around madI love you for ever'cause you'r really cleverEven though i puss and shoveI will still show all my loveGod made a father who is,as sweet as a nectar,as brave as a lion,as cheerful as a bear,and he gave such dear father to me.Fathers young, fathers oldRemembering good times are our gold.Value earned through guidance givenHelping us go forth in living'.Each father adding to our troveA treasure chest of love untold.Remembering father in our livesTaking time to realize.Fatherly love brings wealth to livingRemembering this we go forth in giving.Fathers young, fathers oldWe remember you allAs life unfolds.Always there for meI know you will always hear my rumbling and bear my blaringI know you will always stand by me even if the world is againstI know you will always adore me and elevate meI know you will think about me every momentI know you will be infelicitous without your princessI know you will always be there for meYou know I love youMy DaddyMy Daddy is a mountainMy Daddy is a seaMy Daddy smiles again and againI love my DaddyAnd I know he loves me'cause my Daddy is a ray of litethat warms a winters' eveMy daddy is very special to meI could not live without my daddyas he could not live without me.THE GENESIS OF FATHERSOver 6,00 years ago,God seated majestically on His throne,Became thoughtful,T’ was a feeling of inadequacy,‘I must have an heir to who can enjoy his own domain,(Of course with my privileges at his disposal,His continuous praise will be my delight)’,God thought of man becoming theFocus of their attention from heaven,Like the first child of a young couple,‘What’s my glory without man’, he wondered,Then a casual walk he took,Throughout the universe he had created,Then at planet earth he made up his mind,To transform the shapeless and void dark earth,Into a place of life and light,Then at last God spoke,‘Let there be light’,His man will be a product of light,God paused, and named at work done,The first day.First days followedGod’s preparation for man continued,Each day speaking the WORD to create,The earth, He made,The sun for day, season and yearly count,The seas, rivers, sky and earth he filled,With creatures, fishes birds and beasts,Every creation capable of reproducing itself,All for the comfort of man and to dominate,Then came the 6th and most glamorous day,The reason for all the works and expedition,The day for God to reproduce Himself onto the earth,And God spokes, this time to His son and spirit as well,‘Let us make man in our image,To commune with us daily’,For this venture in particular,They employed the use of their handsThus on the 6th day man came into being,The 1st father entered the world to rule,He named everything that was made,‘Noun’ thus becoming synonymous to man,Indeed all was very goodAnd on the seventh He rested.O the depth of the riches both the wisdom and knowledge ofHow unsearchable are His judgments and HisManifestations beyond discoveryWe give all the glory to our Almighty Father in Heaven,He has made man heroes and we are proud to be His.FOR crowned man with glory and honor,As we celebrate all fathers today,We dedicate today,To the father of all fathers, Jehovah is His name.Today thus also becomes ‘Happy our Heavenly father’s day!!!
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