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What pride; what joy
When baby girl or boy
Is placed in the arms of a man who is glad
For a midwife to say; hold your child, Dad
He wants to cry, laugh and shout
He wants to let his feelings out
But sometimes the father gets no mention
As mother and child receive all the attention
But being a Dad; all this I know
As I watched my children grow
My hopes; my prayers; my silent tears
And the love I gave in their childhood years
A mother's love perhaps is more
Than a father's; but I adore
My two sons; who in their way
Will show me their love this Father's Day
Just a little then I understand
The pain of a Father who did demand
Punishment for sin and for this reason why
Sent His precious Son to die
And oh the cry of the Son on the tree
Pleading to His Father; why have you forsaken me?
I can only imagine the reply of the Father
I do this to you Son so other children I can gather
No more sacrifice; for it has been done
The way to the Father is through the blood of His Son
Like the prodigal who strayed; his same paths we roam
But the Father is waiting us to return to welcome us home
My sons love and respect me; for this I am glad
Whenever they are in need thy come to their Dad
Likewise to God we can approach Him the same
Our Father which is in Heaven; hallowed be His name
Colin Moffett
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