My Daddy

With a crook in his back and his legs with a bow
This man stood straighter than anyone I know.
From the strength of his back or work of his hand
No one could measure the success of this man.

The words that he spoke and the love that he showed
Could never have encompassed all his heart would not hold.
For all that he was given he gave in return
In each and every moment was a lesson he could learn.

By the lifting of his shoulder to the bending of his knee
He saw each and every need as a noble ministry.
Driven to bring healing and spread His Father's love
A treasure to the hurting, an angel from above.

A fixer of the broken, a lifter of the load,
A giving heart so merciful, he never failed to show.
No acknowledgement by friend or promise of reward
Would ever change his motive of working for the Lord.

In duty was delight, for the glory of his God
Never did he question the path he was to trod.
Perseverance in his journey and power in his life
Ever pushing onward and lengthening his stride.

Until the day that "finished" was exclaimed with great delight
And on the wings of eagles He taught him how to fly.
Into the realms of heaven in the presence of the King
To see Him in His glory and hear the angels sing.


Amy Rainey
January 8, 2010