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Our Father never grows tired of teaching us
Or when we stray, reaching for us

He never tires of watching our steps
Or helping us when we slip, even trip

He doesn’t complain when we cry
Or become impatient when we ask why

Nothing on this earth can replace
His love for us, His grace

I think of our Father’s sacrifice
And His Son who paid sin’s price

To find strength in life’s trials
Knowing I could never have walked in Jesus’ shoes, not even for a mile

No greater love is found
Than when we lay our life down

Not only in death
But with every breath

Put away our selfish desire
To feed the Spirit’s fire

And lead our children, friends and family
To the light of God’s eternity

In our thoughts, words and actions
This life provides no greater satisfaction

Than when we love
As our Father who watches from above!

The Respite of an Oak Tree


Like a memory, time fades
And life’s true meaning evades
Childhood dreams
Evolve to adult schemes
As innocence and purity
Become lost to the world’s obscurity
The gentleness of a budding flower
Abandoned for earthly power
True love’s devotion
Mistaken for constant motion
Yet poised in stillness is the oak tree
Respite given in the shade of its canopy
Strength is found in root’s depth
Enduring to bestow majestic breadth.



Heaven is a place where God’s love is imagination’s theme
Beyond this world but within reach of childhood dreams

Above the clouds where skies are blue
Under the stars whereupon every wish comes true

The ocean a mirror to give reflection
Of God’s indescribable and undeniable perfection.



Before she held me in her arms, she held me near to her heart
Without having seen me, she loved me from the start
And though she knew I would bring her pain
She spent endless hours searching to find my name
With eager anticipation she prepared a place of my own
In the house I would one day call my home
The labor of my birth brought tears to her face
But at first glimpse of me she was filled with a joy she could never replace
In the years to follow she took pride in watching me grow
With lots of hugs and kisses, mending cuts and scrapes, and teaching me all I should know
Selfless sacrifice day in and day out to meet our family’s needs
And open arms to go back to when her wisdom I did not heed
My hand doesn’t fit anymore inside her palm
But she’s one of a kind, made just for me and she’ll always be my Mom!