"You are my Daddy." A son sang, "and your baby is singing. I will be singing and dancing and shouting for the rest of eternity."
A daughter is here to write:
Daddy,
To have You is to have life, not the kind
that is stolen or stale,
but fresh and living not existing.
To know You is to know love, the kind
of love that is kind, not so
hard to find in a man that is refined.
To know You is to know love, the kind
that bears all things, including
the scare and the flare.
To have You is to have peace, not the kind
to toil or be taunted for,
but a good gift given.
To know You is to know love, the kind
that believes all things, including promises with brittle bones.
To know You is to know love, the kind
that hopes all things, including
the thin rope about to snap.
To have You is to have joy, not the kind
given by boys or toys,
but a gift from El-roi.
To know You is to know love, the kind
that endures all things, including
the immature tantrums.
To know You is to know love, the kind
that never ends, even when served
a bowl of British breakfast.
To have You is to have faith, not the kind
that runs out, but full, pressed down, shaken together, running over.
"This is the way You father me." Another son sang, "I love the way You father me. This is the way You father. I love the way You father me."
#1Corinthians 13⁴-⁶, Galatians 5²², Luke 6³⁸
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