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Dear Dad


Thank you for the many blessings, Thank you for the joys. You provided life and comfort, a home and food, love and toys. You rasied me from a tiny baby, you gave me all I needed. You taught me many lessons of life, and many prayers to God you pleaded. I would not trade my childhood, for rubies, silver or gold. I have so many memories to cherish as I grow old. Most of all I thank you for, bringing me up in the care of God. Preaching the gospel and calming my fear, as through my life I trod.

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