Hi Sara,

Thanks so much my Friend for coming by, and Thank You for sharing such a Beautiful Poem. Talking about your Dad being a hard-working man reminded me of one of my favorite Father's Day Quotes, from the former Govenor of NY, Mario Cumo...

"I watched a small man with thick calluses on both hands work fifteen and sixteen hours a day. I saw him once literally bleed from the bottoms of his feet, a man who came here uneducated, alone, unable to speak the language, who taught me all I needed to know about faith and hard work by the simple eloquence of his example."

Although he never worked a Farm a day in his life, I always knew dad worked hard to provide for us and I always appreciated him for it. First, here's a brief Poem, and then if you'll click on the Graphic below, there's a Special Tributre to all of the hard-working and loving men we called Dad...

Is there a Father's Day in Heaven, for all the Angels to enjoy,
With lots of sons and daughters to gather and rejoice,
Around the Heavenly Father, the King of Kings and more,
Father's Day in Heaven must be full of love and joy.

If your father's passed on, walked through the brilliant light,
On Father's Day he looks down and has you in his sight,
He will surround you with his love so you'll feel him close,
And know you're thinking of him on Father's Day the most.

Is there a Father's Day In Heaven, I'm sure it's a glorious day,
To Honor all the Fathers that have touched us along the way,
And when we get to Heaven and see our Dad's again,
We will celebrate the perfect Father's Day and unconditional love that has no end.

Thank you Phil, it is a beautiful website also.

http://llerrah.com/fieldsofblessings.htm

Have a blessed day,

Sara

Hi Sara,

Thanks for stopping back by my Friend. So glad you liked the message. Yes, Margie has some Beautiful & Inspiring pages.

Here's a little something that I always try to share at Father's Day. On the day that we buried my Dad, way back in 1989, as I was leaving the Cemetary, the radio was tuned to WTQR, the local Country Station and the song that they were playing was Daddy's Hands by Holly Dunn. Of course, soon the tears started falling like raindrops, but as I listened to more of the words, I must admit that a little smile came over my face, as I remembered all the good times shared with my Daddy.

After the following little Poem, please click on the Graphic to listen to Daddy's Hands...

My Dads Hands

I remember them well, those old gnarled hooks,
Seems there was always a cracked nail or two.
And thanks to a hammer that strayed from its mark,
His thumb was often a beautiful blue!

They were rough, I remember, incredibly tough,
And as strong as a carpenter's vice.
But as he held his scared little boy at night,
They always seemed to be so safe and nice!

The sight of those hands - how impressive it was
In the eyes of this little boy.
Other Dads' hands were often cleaner, it seemed,
Due mainly to their office employ.

I gave little thought in my formative years
Of the reason for Dad's raspy mitts:
The love in the toil, the dirt and the oil,
And the rusty plumbing that gave those hands fits!

Thinking back, all misty-eyed, and thinking ahead,
Remembering that day when his time was done.
The torch of love in those wise wrinkled hands,
Passed on down to the hands of his son.

I didn't mind the bruises, the scars here and there,
Nor the hammer that always seemed to slip.
I remember most of all when my Dad took my hand,
And I felt that love there in his grip.

~Thanks To David Kettler ~

Have A Blessed Week & A Beautiful, Happy Father's Day,

Phil

Hi Myrna,

Thanks so much for stopping back by and Thanks for the Comments. Yes, my Sister was also very much a Daddy's girl, and Father's Day is often times quite difficult for her.

In the Tradition of our Native American Brothers & Sisters...

Happy Father's Day,

Phil