Month: August 2020

Angels Among Us

Like a vesper in the sky,

As god placed them by my side.

The stepping stones of challenges we will learn from in the end,

But those steps can be daunting unless your graced with special friends.

The care they show to others and the service that they give,

In perfect time helping my family in peace we will live.

The comfort that they bring expecting nothing in return,

Is like a heavenly breeze and peaceful chimes lifting my concerns.

Love and sacrifice they show,

Is a beacon of light to me in life and makes me want to grow?

My children have been blessed by there love and gifts divine,

Making them want to listen and be patient when calling upon father time.

As the challenges fade paying forward to whom as a family we will discuss,

For you see through the shadows and dark times remember there are angels among us.

As always thanks for all you guys do

Tin man

Posterity

Heavenly Father saved you ‘til the end.

Naming you on your date of birth,

Isabella Rose Lind.

Your mother and I were given a gift

From Heavenly Father above.

We are glad to be stewards of you,

Our daughter with love.

Heavenly Father knows us all so well,

And He saved you for last.

You bind our family together,

Now, into the future and from the past.

Bella, guided by the Holy Ghost is an amazing,

 Sister, daughter and friend,

Constantly full of love helping broken hearts mend.

Bella, Mom and I would like to thank you, for you are a rarity,

And we will always love you sealing our 1st line posterity.

Tin man

Our Father’s Eyes

In Our Father’s Eyes

The life of tender mercy and service were bright.

Anchored deep in the gaze of a hero his power, sight.

A chameleon with a practical gaze that inspired immediate friendship,

In those that were willing to listen, teach or simply stand and lift.

His education cut short, which was a challenge seen sometimes through his gaze,

But a master in life helping kids and family with support through their maze.

Sometimes his vision of gentle proudness was interrupted by strife,

Being stern at times trying to guide his children to a better life.

He had a few painful demons as seen when his gaze was lost,

But by the grace of god his tough soul and his will kept his toil for his kids at any cost.

A survivor, farm girl, Tin Man, and an athlete was his stewardship and lot given,

As his legs never stopped churning striving to be a better patriarch returning with honor to heaven.

There were so many helped through his watchful vision as his tender heart would teach his way,

Echoing through the years of love and service never expecting to be indebted only ever asking are you ok.

Towards the end, being pulled from the playing field with humility and pure love uncompromised,

The Survivor, The Farm Girl, The Tin Man, and the athlete whisper Thanks dad looking into Our Fathers Eyes.

Tin Man