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Tuesday, June 19, 2007 10:12 PM

Late one Sunday in dark of night
A stranger wanders through, out of sight
Weaving through the paths of stone
To a sanctuary for him alone


The birds are silent, the candles dim
A peaceful night, just God and him
On a seat he takes a rest
He tries to be silent, he tries his best


As he prays the wind blows chill
But in his heart his soul is still
He sits in front a slab of stone
A niche carved out for one alone


Its been 10 years since that day
The God he loved took him away
Why he did the child could not see
But trust in his Saviour he let it be


By why of all nights he came to pray
This night my friends, is fathers day
A day to show thanks and love
To the fathers sent from above


But this child surely cannot know
The father dear that loved him so
For he seemed to know his face
No recollection of memories, not a trace


Still their love would grow in time
For everyday he carried a sign
Of undying love no one could take
A golden chain around his neck


The touch of it brings peace at last
Memories of family from the past
He came to his place on this day
To say what he had to say


In his heart he could only dream
Of what life with a dad could have been
Peace tonight does he seek
Another tear rolls down his cheek


For an hour does he stay
He would have it any other way
But the night is late and he must go
There are things that must be done you know


He speaks for the first time out loud
“Dad I hope I make you proud”
And with that he leaves his place
Wiping the tears off his face


The candles die and darken the night
And soon the church is out of sight
But he would go through hell and pain
If he could just dance with his father again


Happy fathers day Dad.

I love you


You never know how much you miss something until its gone


Take care guys


Spread the lovin’

Rob Valentine

any lower and you'd need a shovel