DAD IS THE HERO

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,

This 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.

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,

Until this life is done,

My conduct here shall honor him

Who proudly calls me, “son.”

~ Anonymous

Painting by Daniel Garhantz