This is a belated tribute for Father’s Day. Last week I posted a poem prompted by my father-in-law. This week, I want to share a poem I wrote about my father. I have the privilege of having two men to look up to. Both are men with incredible strength, neither will quit, and both have a genuine love for their families. I hope I will exhibit those traits into my later years. When I wrote the poem, “Hats Off”, I was sharing my admiration for my father and the example he was to me. Now four more years have passed. These words are more true now than when I first wrote them. Since that time, Dad has continued to write and publish ministry materials. This last year, when my brother was unable to continue as Pastor in Grantsville, UT, Dad once again returned to pastoral ministry. Even though ministry is more difficult now, he doesn’t quit. As long as ministry is available, and Dad is able, he will be serving the Lord. Once again, I take off my hat to you in admiration. Thank you!
Tim
Hats Off
The cowboy life is not for all.
But everywhere I go,
I think I see some cowboy
In all good men I know.
“So, although you’re not a cowboy, Dad,
You’ve ridden hard and long.
You’ve faced the trail with all its bends,
But always with a song.”
“Dad for many years now
You’ve been ridin’ for the brand.
True and loyal to the Lord,
Ready to give a hand.”
“You’ve served the Lord through many years,
As tall in the saddle you’ve sat.
You’ve not been ashamed of the Lord or His Word.
To you, Dad, I take off my hat.”
“So as you approach the end of the trail,
There’s really no call for fear.
When comes the voice to light and set,
Your rest is almost here.”
Tim Parish
Nov. 2004
Dad, you should put your poem ‘Self-inflicted Pain still Hurts’ on your blog site. So ya. I really like that poem and want to show it to people. Well, bye for now. -HeatherJoy