In honor of Father’s Day, to my dad.
His Guiding Hand
by J. Randal Matheny, UPLift
His guiding hand points forward day and night,
Forever present, urging toward the right;
In faith believing, proud my steps have led
To kingdom service, arms toward heaven spread
In prayer. He showed me where to walk in light,
Never to waver in the face of wrong.
Thanks to God my father made me strong.
This May, 2005, poem still says it as I want it said. Thanks, Mom, I love you.
by J. Randal Matheny
My mother gave me more than life and breath,
She gave me faith in God and glee of a child,
And taught me greater joys come after death,
That hope must never flag, that love stockpiled
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