It is Fathers Day weekend once again; to be alive and well is indeed a blessing; certainly life is precious; in fact, life is absolutely everything.
Life and Death
Dear Dad
Here is loving you
Thanking you for the life you afforded us
Here is loving you
Thanking you for the life you afforded us
Life
The most precious commodity
On the face of mother earth
Who dares put a price on life
Who dare value it's worth
Knowing that without life
Everything is nonexistence
You stood by us in the absence of mom
Like so many fathers have
You could have packed and run
You taught us how to love
You taught us how to pray
Am I ever glad
You decided you would stay
Life is no bed of roses
And even roses carries thorns
Glad that you were there with us
Through the hardship we had borne
You showed love to all your children
Love felt way down deep
You stood by us
You shared with us
The bitter with the sweet
Yesterday is past and gone
Tomorrow never sure
All we really have is now
Because life is just a tour
Death
Inevitable
It's been knocking at your door
Oh that it was just an illness
For which there was a cure
Alas
This cage in which we live
Is destined for the ground
If you should leave
Don't you be sad
You made us glad
It was a pleasure
Having you around
Love you Dad
Washington Stevens
The most precious commodity
On the face of mother earth
Who dares put a price on life
Who dare value it's worth
Knowing that without life
Everything is nonexistence
You stood by us in the absence of mom
Like so many fathers have
You could have packed and run
You taught us how to love
You taught us how to pray
Am I ever glad
You decided you would stay
Life is no bed of roses
And even roses carries thorns
Glad that you were there with us
Through the hardship we had borne
You showed love to all your children
Love felt way down deep
You stood by us
You shared with us
The bitter with the sweet
Yesterday is past and gone
Tomorrow never sure
All we really have is now
Because life is just a tour
Death
Inevitable
It's been knocking at your door
Oh that it was just an illness
For which there was a cure
Alas
This cage in which we live
Is destined for the ground
If you should leave
Don't you be sad
You made us glad
It was a pleasure
Having you around
Love you Dad
Washington Stevens
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