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Walking the Streets of Gold

Father’s Day is near, and it brings tears to my eyes.
My Dad is in Heaven now, and hears my cries.
He was a humble pastor with a heart of gold,
Always putting others first, if truth be told.

My Dad and Mom both set godly examples for us children.
Parents like that are one in a million.
My Dad loved to laugh, and have a new adventure.
His visits to me in New Hampshire I will always treasure.

We went boating, swimming, and sightseeing for thrills.
He loved the White Mountains, with a view to kill!
We spoiled him with lobster, steak, and fancy cuisine.
He loved floating in our pond, and being treated like a king!

My Dad devoted his life to winning souls for Christ,
Spreading God’s Word about the Saviour’s ultimate sacrifice.
I have to remember on Father’s Day to look up to the glorious sky.
Our faithful preacher is now walking the streets of gold with the Man on High!







6/11/17

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