With the worries and cares in life
Come... to Our Savior
Live Free.. With Jesus Christ
When Life seems to be unfair
Come... to Our Lord in Prayer
For He's the Only Way
For Us to become Saved
Redeemed From Our Sins
Become Born-again
When things in Life Can Get you down
Jesus is waiting, He can be Found
With His Love and given Grace
We All have a place
All God?s Promises we can obtain
By accepting and Believing in Him
Or His Holy Name "Jesus Christ"
Jesus went a way, He Will return.. any day
Jesus said "I and My Father are One"
You can't come to the Father
Unless you Come to His Son.. "Jesus Christ"
Come Jesus is Waiting
Receive God's Full Protection
You wonder y,ill not explain for I now u love me if I do or
not,
Yes I know ur still young but ur still my daughter,
I have done many bad things n wrongs, but I'm glad I had u.
Ur the reason I stop n made a turn from wrong to right,
Since u became my daughter I became happy,joyful, n so
damn lucky.
Cold n heartless n uncarring I was, but when u cried for me
I couldn't but just to cry also,
I dnt knw y, u getting hurt when u were learning how to
crawl push n moved everything out of the way because I
hear u cry n when I notice I have ran through the door n
push away a 300 pound drawer just to pick u up n let u
know u father luved u, when it came to u I always got tht
extra boost,courage,happiness or wht I need it, but now I am
not going to be there sorry, all I ask is for u to think of me n
when u want me ,ask for me, trust me ill always be by ur
side, from now on ill have a new guarding angel , never to
leave ur side n always guide u to the right side.
Once again ur father n proud of u to have been my
daughter. I luv u n adore u my baby ,keep me close.
Well u let me in ur heart n let me ur angel?
Patradoot or The Messenger 1/Many
English version by Ravindra K Kapoor
I am in meditation for the same God,
Whom you also pray, praise and meditate,
You who is born from my hand and pen,
Have a better destiny than your originator.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 9th May 2010 to continue in 02/Many
Note: The entire poetry work created by my father
is addressed to a Letter.
Transliteration of Hindi poem in English- Patradoot or the Messenger.
Main Bhi Dhyata, Usi Murti Ka
Tu Bhi Dhyan Lagata Hai,
Mere Kar Se Janmaa Tu,
Mujhse Saubhagya, Bada Tera Hai.
Original work in Hindi written by my late father Late Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
way back in 1932.
English version is more than the exact translation of my
father’s Patradoot or the Messenger.
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Lillian means "Heaven's Flower."
I wonder do you know who I am?
Life is kinda empty without you in it my daughter.
Love between a father and daughter should be unbreakable!
I've watched you grow up these 7 years in photographs.
And it kills me I haven't been able to hold you.
Not a day goes by I don't think of you Lilly.
Jean was my momma's middle name given to you.
Everyday i pray you're doing well baby girl,
And you need to know you're my world.
Nothing or no one will ever change that!
*Lillian Jean Anderson is my youngest. She is 7 years old!
FAMOUS FATHERS
George Washington was the father of our country
James Brown the father of soul
Duke Ellington the father of jazz
Elvis of rock and roll
Each one of these men was famous
As history books will attest
But our Father who art in Heaven
Is the one we should know best
These other fathers, though famous
Have nothing but their reputation
But God, our Heavenly Father
Gave us the plan for our salvation
This was all made possible
By the death of His Son on the cross
He died for the sins of the world
So that none should have to be lost
But consider your earthly father
Remember all that he gave
Recall that he taught you of Jesus
Praying that you would be saved
So now through your Heavenly Father
Follow your earthly father's desire
Let the wonderful plan of salvation
Save you from the heat of hell's fire
Come and kneel at the altar
Let Jesus show you the way
This will honor your father
And you'll have a great Father's Day
Curtis Moorman
Father's Day 2004
If only I could talk to God face to face today,
I wonder what I could bring myself to say.
Would I try to point out how good I am,
Or maybe apologize for always seeming to get myself into jams.
Would I have the nerve to look our Father in the face,
Knowing that I don’t truly deserve His loving grace.
Could I touch those precious hands of Christ,
Knowing the pain He suffered and the reason of His sacrifice.
He shed His blood till there was none,
Abused, beaten, and nailed to that cross, God’s only Son.
And even in His pain filled mind,
He asked His Father to forgive us, how could He be that kind.
So Father if I could speak with You today,
I don’t think I could muster any words to say.
Except maybe how much I love You, and how much I know that You love me,
And I am trying so hard to be the man You want me to be.
Inspired by: If You Could Talk to God: Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
Being a father wasn't easy,
when he tried to understand.
He forgave what most could not.
Being a father, wasn't easy, he had to worry a lot,
not to show partiality, in love, and kindness.
Being a father, wasn't easy,
when he was needed, and knew not,
what to say or do.
Being a father, wasn't easy,
when he awoke at dawn with the rising sun,
to find that time was, running out on him.
Yet, being a father was easy,
when he got the needed love, and support,
as he tried, to fill the footsteps,
of the one, we all loved so much.
Copyright ©2005 Carla F Cox
He is a Godsend blessing unto him,
who is uninfluenced and unlearned.
Strong and Faithful to his duty even when things seem dim,
at times when his respect may not have been earned.
But he embodied every thing that his son wanted to be.
For his easy spirit and godly heart captivated son.
He was never a great sport star or a great singer but he was very godly.
That was what mattered the most.
The knowledge of his ressurection all the way back to the creation of the sun.
His relationship with God and family was un parallel.
For his big heart handled it well.
He knew how to handle son like no other.
Never forced his thoughts on son but yet son got the picture.
Son never had a brother but his father was like a brother.
In son there is an urgency to get where his father is in the future.
For son's love of God has not yet reached its full potential but it will get there.
For his father's love is an inspiration unto him.
The lord knew what son needed for he has set the son to be the heir to Pastor Easter.
To my father with......Much Love
Child, cry not
Where sand and surf so meet the sky
You’ll find your father there
When closing eyes, you’ll dream and fly
You’ll find your father there
Where man and God do say hello
You’ll find your father there
Where you stand, but question though
You’ll find your father there
Cry not, oh child, for love resides
As a presence in your heart
His body may be lost to you
But, in you, he stays a part
T’was a book I read not long ago,
Told of foreign places and disasters and woes.
Much blood was spilled in those days of old,
It also spoke of riches of silver and gold.
Hardships were many but were a part of life,
And how they survived this life so full of strife.
It told of kings and slaves and ordinary men,
And the way things were a way back then.
It spoke of travel and the way they went,
Then it told of a fathers love and the son he sent.
It told of how the son a carpenter by trade,
Would give his own life for a debt that had to be paid.
A debt that separated man from his father above,
But blood built the bridge so we all now can share His precious sweet love.
The debt has been paid by God’s only Son,
So we all can receive salvation each and everyone.
So give thanks and praises each and everyday,
Hallelujah to the Lord, thank You my Father for guiding my day!
This melody this melody
Flows through me so heavily
With strengths that brings me to my knees
Oh lord please
Bring me some understanding
Of which my faith can find a clear landing
Punish me father for I have sinned
I have stood at the feet of Jesus, and did not kiss them
I have turned my back on the father, the son and the holy ghost
and it is you that plead to the most
Punish me father for I have sinned
I have given myself to a man that did not love me
I gave birth to a bastard son
O'lord how I have gambled and not won
Punish me father for I have sinned
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