Fields
of Blessings on Father's Day
by Marilyn Ferguson
Copyright © May 30, 2003
On Father's
Day we take the time
To turn our thoughts to dad
Thank him for the home he gave
For all the things we had.
We think about
the fleeting years
Too quickly, gone for good
It seems like only yesterday
I'd go back if I could.
A time when
dad was always there
No matter what the weather
Always strong when things went wrong
He held our lives together.
He strived so
hard from day to day
And never once complained
With steady hands, he worked the land
And kept the family name.
He taught us
that hard work pays off
You reap just what you sow
He said that if you tend your crops
Your field will overflow.
My harvest has
been bountiful
He taught me how to give
In his firm and steadfast way
He taught me how to live.
Dad dwells among
the angels now
He left us much too soon
He glides across a golden field
Above the harvest moon.
I see him in
the fields of grain
He rides upon the wind
And when my path is beaten down
He picks me up again. |
