F A T H E R S
By Rev. Dean Beaty 5/20/08
When it comes to love and care,
Mothers get the lion’s share.
Poor ole dad’s left in the cold.
Few will note he’s growing old.
While we played and went to school,
He became a working fool.
In seeing that the bills were paid,
His own pleasures were delayed.
Now it’s time to honor dad,
As our own Sir Galahad.
Our knight in armor shining bright,
Who seldom sought his own limelight.
For mom there’s flowers and much ado.
For dad a thoughtful card will do.
But don’t forget dad on his day.
For your good fortune he paved the way.
A FATHER’S TOUCH
By Rev. Dean Beaty 5/20/08
Will they recall a father’s touch?
As years go by it means so much.
Special occasions must be seized.
It says, “My child, with this I’m pleased.”
That word of praise you give them now,
Will be recalled someday, somehow.
It makes them stand up tall and straight.
So say it now before too late.
These seem such little things to do.
But these things say that, I love you.
That touch, that word they will recall,
When their children start to crawl.
The hand’s for more than discipline.
With it you touch the heart within.
To lift, to guide, to point the way.
Use in with love on them today.