Dad
For My Daddy Have you seen my Daddy? I don't know where he's gone. Sometimes it hurts so much I can't seem to carry on. I hear he doesn't look quite the same. He doesn't need much rest. The IV and medications are all gone; In fact, he looks his best. Is he playing tag with his parents In that place way up high? Or is he napping in God's garden Where the beautiful in hammocks lie? Some say he is always watching. I hope this to be true And that one day he'll return to me And say, "I've come for you." Have you seen my Daddy? I imagine he's doing okay, Though it hurts to know I can't call him every day. I really miss my Daddy. I wasn't ready to say goodbye. It will never be the same. Years from now, I know I'll cry. I bet God is with my Daddy, Wrapped up in His arms, Sheltered from all illness and sorrow, Keeping him from harm. I bet he sees us m...