Father

Father
By James M. Dinsmore

I recall as a child,
Crying in the night,
And my father’s efforts
To make me feel all-right.

I remember the same man,
Inspiring such fear;
That I would suffer in silence,
So he would not come near.

Beneath his harsh exterior,
Beyond a young boy’s mind;
Was the nature of his character,
A man compassionate and kind.

His booming voice-a thunder clap!
I marveled at this giant man;
But an even greater show of strength,
Was how he gently held my hand.

His friendship I’ll treasure forever,
His instruction will not be undone;
I will benefit throughout my life,
For being this man’s son.



For whom the Lord loveth He correcteth;
even as a father the son in whom he delighteth.
Proverbs 3:12 KJV