To Matthew, I thank you more than words can express for being the true image of a father. For loving our children unconditionally, for playing with them, for praying with them, for disciplining them, for adoring them, and for providing for them. You have shown me what a father looks like. Of all the times I have heard God compared to a father, I never quite understood how to connect with him that way. Seeing you be a father to our children has helped me understand my heavenly father in a way I never could. Thank you! A million times, thank you!
To all the daddies and dads to be out there, take note. You play such a MAJOR role in your child's life. Every word you say and everything you do is impacting your child's future. Don't take that lightly. Love them, Cherish them, Teach them, provide for them. Show them how to relate to our heavenly Father. You never know, you might be raising a child who will grow up to change this world. Don't take them for granted.
I remember Daddy´s hands, folded silently in prayer.
And reaching out to hold me, when I had a nightmare.
You could read quite a story, in the callouses and lines.
Years of work and worry had left their mark behind.
I remember Daddy´s hands, how they held my Mama tight,
And patted my back, for something done right.
There are things that I´ve forgotten, that I loved about the man,
But I´ll always remember the love in Daddy´s hands.
Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.
Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.
Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle
But I´ve come to understand.
There was always love in Daddy´s hands.
I remember Daddy´s hands, working 'til they bled.
Sacrificed unselfishly, just to keep us all fed.
If I could do things over, I´d live my life again.
And never take for granted the love in Daddy´s hands.
Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.
Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.
Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle
But I´ve come to understand.
There was always love in Daddy´s hands.
Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.
Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.
Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle
But I´ve come to understand.
There was always love .....
In Daddy´s hands.
~Holly Dunn, Daddy's Hands~