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A poem I wrote for my Dad:

ďA Daughterís Poem About FathersĒ

Fathers are gifts from heaven-
sent to us from up above.
Teachers, providers, and protectors-
earthly reflections of Godís love.

A father struggles to provide-
his life for his children a sacrifice.
His love for them never a burden-
for him it is never too high a price.

A father teaches his children-
the difference between wrong and right.
And raises his children up-
to be arrows shot in the night.

His sons grow up to carry on his name-
and they bring him joy and pride.
And his daughters he walks down the aisle-
each one a beautiful and perfect bride.

But a fatherís work is not complete.
No, his job is never done.
He watches over and carefully guides-
each sweet daughter and sturdy son.

Yes, a father is a gift from God-
a conduit of His grace.
And Iím proud to be my fatherís daughter-
born of his blood and wearing his face.

I thank my Heavenly Father-
for my earthly one, you see.
For without the man I call, ďFather,Ē
I would not have come to be!

© Copyright 2010 Heather Bahnmaier. All Rights Reserved.

(Scripture references: Proverbs 3:11-12, Proverbs 22:6, Proverbs 23:24, Psalm 127:4, Psalm 139:15-16, Matthew 7:9-10, Colossians 1:16)

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