A Father's arms I never knew,
tucking me in bed at night,
assuring my childish heart,
everything was alright.
Yet, God, our Father in Heaven,
never failed to leave on his night light.
 
No Fatherly guidance concerning my very first date.
No Fatherly advice when I arrived home late.
Still, the presence of my heavenly
Father surrounded this heart of mine,
directing and guiding me through the
Teenage awkwardness of life.
 
No Fatherly kiss, or even his simple smile.
No Fatherly arm to hold to,
while walking down my wedded isle.
Still, a peaceful assurance from my Father above,
The sacred step I was taking by Faith,
was one based upon real Love.
 
I had no Father for my children to call Grandpa.
Still, I taught them about God,
our heavenly Father, who never leaves us alone.
On Father's Day, I honour him, for he's my
Father, the only one I've ever known.
I often resort to him, as his little girl,
crawling up into his lap, finding comfort in him, and
Rest within his arms.
                                                 
© Becky Day

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