My Dad’s Heavenly Birthday

Monday marked my Dad’s 10^th heavenly birthday

It’s hard to believe it’s been a decade since he passed away

From his existence on Earth, in a nursing home bed

At the funeral my eyes didn’t turn red

Oh I missed him and still do, but I am just so certain

For him it wasn’t the final curtain

A God fearing man who didn’t just talk about faith and doing what’s right

He was a terrific role model of a Christian, a Bible warrior, oh we’d still fight

But I never, ever heard him take the Lord’s name in vain

Oh he did swear, but God’s name he wouldn’t stain

He would provide a free motel room to someone homeless or down on their luck

The Bible remember tells us to befriend a stranger who in life might be stuck

The stories of Christian love are too many to list here

He also taught us to have a healthy fear

Of the devil and what evil he can master

We are too quick to blame God when there is a disaster

I think of my Dad and Mom nearly every day

I’m pretty certain for them it was the same way

They just didn’t talk about it or write a poem

As through this life they did roam

Happy 10^th Heavenly Birthday Dad I do miss you much

Our Biblical discussions my heart did touch

I’m a bit lost spiritually without those I must say

But I do thank you for showing me the way

Now, I don’t know why but whenever I see the moon at night

I think of you, in heaven and it’s outta sight

I’m sure Mom is there too and your brother and sister

Your Mom and Dad and I don’t think you play twister

I’ll bet church in heaven is as good as church can be

No sad songs there, praising God with glee

No tears, no cancer, other diseases, or death at all

No devil to try and make you from heavenly grace fall

Just total elation, no expectation, just being

I can’t even imagine the glories you are seeing

This might be my parents wedding photo because we have never seen one and I know Dad came to work one day and told Mom they would go to a church and get married.  She was a bookkeeper at his Creamery in Worthington, Minnesota.  They met when my Dad and Grandpa owned a Dairy in Ottumwa, Iowa, where my Mom grew up and she went to work for them for a period of time.  After my Grandpa died of a heart attack, Dad asked Mom if she would move to Worthington and work for him.  The rest as they say is history.