Father's Day is one of the most honored and celebrated occasion in the year. Children grab the opportunity most efficiently to thank and pay tribute to their daddy dearest. The day also offers a good chance to thank the Almighty for the precious gift of father to you. A father is a true replication of the Blessed Father, residing high above in the heaven. This Father's Day, make the most of the special occasion by expressing gratitude from both - your dad and the Heavenly Father. To explore some moving and touching spiritual poetry, browse through the following lines.
Spiritual Poetry For Father's Day
What Makes A Dad
God took the strength of a mountain,
The majesty of a tree,
The warmth of a summer sun,
The calm of a quiet sea,
The generous soul of nature,
The comforting arm of night,
The wisdom of the ages,
The power of the eagle's flight,
The joy of a morning in spring,
The faith of a mustard seed,
The patience of eternity,
The depth of a family need,
Then God combined these qualities,
When there was nothing more to add,
He knew His masterpiece was complete,
And so, He called it ... Dad
- Author Unknown
We do not see the wind,
We only hear it sigh;
It makes the grasses bend
whenever it goes by.
We do not see God's love,
But in our hearts we know
He watches over us
Wherever we may go.
We do not have to see
To know the wind is here;
We do not have to see
To know God's love is near.
- Elizabeth Cushing Taylor
Life is a Journey
Life is but a stopping place,
A pause in what's to be,
A resting place along the road,
To sweet eternity.
We all have different journeys,
Different paths along the way,
We all were meant to learn some things,
But never meant to stay...
Our destination is a place,
Far greater than we know.
For some the journey's quicker,
For some the journey's slow.
And when the journey finally ends,
We'll claim a great reward,
And find an everlasting peace,
Together with the lord
- Author unknown
Only a Dad
Only a dad with a tired face,
Coming home from the daily race,
Bringing little of gold or fame
To show how well he has played the game;
But glad in his heart that his own rejoice
To see him come and to hear his voice.
Only a dad with a brood of four,
One of ten million men or more
Plodding along in the daily strife,
Bearing the whips and the scorns of life,
With never a whimper of pain or hate,
For the sake of those who at home await.
Only a dad, neither rich nor proud,
Merely one of the surging crowd,
Toiling, striving from day to day,
Facing whatever may come his way,
Silent whenever the harsh condemn,
And bearing it all for the love of them.
Only a dad but he gives his all,
To smooth the way for his children small,
Doing with courage stern and grim
The deeds that his father did for him.
This is the line that for him I pen;
Only a dad, but the best of men.
- Edgar A. Guest