Not all of us can celebrate
The fathers that we had on earth,
For some of us had fathers grim,
From the first day our moms gave birth.
Our lives with “Dad,” oh, they were sad,
We feared him much when he got mad.
We never knew when he’d lash out,
So we were scared, without a doubt.
But then we learned of Jesus’ love,
And of our Father up above,
And of the love they have for us,
And that brought comfort, we felt loved.
And so in absence of the man,
Who was my father, flesh in hand,
My Father God did take his place,
He is the Dad I celebrate.
Father’s Day in America
An Original Work / June 16, 2024
Published by Sue Love
My name is Sue J Love. I am married. My husband Rick and I have 4 children and 3 children-in-law and 14 grandchildren. I have been a full-time homemaker most of our married lives, and I have been in Christian ministry most of that time, as well. I started teaching the Bible when I was a teenager, and I have taught children, youth, and women most of my adult life. Since late in 2004 the Lord Jesus has had me writing out what he teaches me through his word and posting it on the Internet, which I have been doing full-time since 2006. He also has given me multiple songs to write, which he sometimes includes in these writings. All praise to Him!
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