A Father, A Friend, A Pastor
Fortunate are those blessed with a father like you,
A guide and a friend, steadfast and true;
You knew when to lift with supportive hand,
And when to let strength in silence stand.
You taught me balance—care mixed with release,
To hold my own fort, to grow in peace;
So much to learn, yet the hours are few,
From a life lived upright, noble, and true.
On your birthday, sir, my prayers take flight,
I hold you in heart, in thought, in light;
Your patient listening, gentle and kind,
Has always left hope brightly signed.
Pastor Sunday Ologure, gratitude I send,
With love that deepens and will not end;
December nineteen calls memories bright,
May your days outshine each coming light.
Though late my wishes, my love stands clear,
Life’s busy hands delayed me here;
Please take no offense—my heart speaks true:
Happy birthday in arrears, sir—much love to you.
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