boy’s tribute
to his dad
The pressure of his dad's strong hand, The look deep in his eyes, Speaks volumes to a fellow's heart. When cares of life arise. And when he kneels with Dad in prayer Before the throne of grace, The glory of the unseen world Illumines all the place. How could a fellow go astray, Who with his dad has stood Within the secret place of prayer Before a holy God! And this my constant prayer shall be, That until life is done. My conduct here shall honor him Who proudly calls me "Son."
Somehow a fellow can't express The feelings he has had, While through the years he's walked and talked And laughed and played with Dad. He cannot put in words the love— The pride that wells within. The admiration in his heart— Whene'er Dad looks at him. Dad is the .hero of his dreams, The king upon the throne, The pattern for that ideal life Which he would make his own. He knows that Dad well understands The conflicts in his breast, And shares the problems he must face, Though often unexpressed.
—Avis B. Christiansen
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