Treasure Island

Loyd C. Taylor


Father poetry: Fathers Are


Fathers…
Are faithfull, strong and true,
Providing for our needs;
They give us words of truth,
Imparting wisdom's seeds.

Fathers…
Are always there for us,
Chacing our fears away;
They work hard willingly,
Sacrificing each day.

Fathers…
Have firm unerring hands,
Living the words they say;
They are spiritual leaders,
Showing us the right way.

Fathers…
Are the unsung heroes,
Refusing any fanfare;
They avoid the limelight,
Serving is their desire.

Fathers…
Are God's special people,
Showing His image true;
They love to hear the words,
Saying; 'Dad, I love you.”

Submitted: Monday, December 01, 2008
Edited: Thursday, September 09, 2010

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