Lynn C. Price
ONLY A FATHER
A soft little voice, calls down the hall,
Just as he lays down his head,
“Daddy, come quick! The monsters are back,
They’re hiding here under my bed.”
Only a Father can hear a child’s voice,
When she’s clearly afraid of the dark.
He’ll comfort his child all through the night,
Holding her close to his heart.
The telephone rings, ‘Sir, you are needed,
Down here at your daughter’s pre-school.
She’s running a fever and just lying around.”
He quickly gathers his tools.
Only a Father will work extra hours,
To make up for time he has lost.
When it comes to his family, he goes that last mile;
He’s willing to pay the high cost.
Years quickly pass; she enters her teens,
With all of life’s dangerous pitfalls.
He programs all phones with one touch speed dial,
No danger of missing her calls.
Only a Father can give her away,
When the day comes to say, “I do.”
He holds back his tears, silently prays,
“Lord, I have to trust you.”
He’s given his all for twenty some years,
Loved her with his heart and soul.
His hair’s slightly thinner and graying somewhat,
He feels every year he’s grown old.
Only a Father can stand at the Throne,
As Jesus has done through the years,
Knowing his family will join him one day,
Rejoicing as he smiles through the tears.
©Copyright November 18, 2006 by Lynn C. Price