Never Fatherless
Copyright 2006 L.Anguss Smith
May be used for non-profit ministry purposes only

When I was born, Dad was fifty-seven.

I was just fourteen when he died.

There was no doubt he had gone to heaven,

Even so, both my Mom and I cried.

A product of another span of time,

He farmed and then was a bridge man.

Later, He received a call more sublime

To make known God’s salvation plan.

When he married, he returned to the crops

To better support Mom and me,

However, the sure call of God never stops,

Thus, he still preached locally.

Never prosperous, in financial terms,

Yet, so wealthy in Christ our Lord,

Trusting in what God’s Word confirms,

He toiled for his Father’s reward.

Only fourteen short years, with me on earth,

To share our great Father above,

But he did so faithfully from my birth;

Teaching me of His wondrous love.

He left on an early December day

For a home far beyond compare.

Yes, that heartbreaking day He went away

But, left me in his Father’s care

What superior gift could a father leave,

Than knowledge of our Father’s love,

Or what legacy could you perceive

Greater than in heaven above?

Now, I’ve a son that one day I shall leave,

If nature takes its normal course,

And the same inheritance he’ll receive

As he makes my Father his source.

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