I remember dad, a poem.

I Remember Dad, a poem

I remember my Wife's Dad.

Not tall in stature, but a big heart he had.

A strong man was he, though meek in mind, In God's word, those like him you will find.

Little things he did for his peace of mind.

His garden was just fine!

Strong drinks he did decline, all he wanted, was his old Italian wine.

He loved to hear sermons on the radio, through his good works, Jesus did show.

He was not a man of many words and slow to speak.

If you needed advice it was him to seek.

His generosity was great for all to see, he pleased the Lord and you and me.

Gone is he to Heaven above, much missed by those he loved.

He loved his Wife, his garden and he loved his wine but most of all, he loved Jesus--the vine.

"I am the vine, you are the branches; he who abides in Me and I in him, he bears much fruit, for apart from Me you can do nothing (John 15:5)

Author Ken
December 2011
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