Of
My father
 |
Philibert LeBlanc
April 18, 1932 -- January 27, 2000
Dad...so many images come to mind
whenever
I speak your name;
It seems without you
in my life
things will never been the
same.
What happened to those lazy days
when I was just a child;
When
my life was consumed in you
in your love,
and in your smile.
What happened to all
those times
when I always looked to you;
No matter what happened in my life
you
could make my gray skies blue.
Dad, some
days I hear your voice
and turn to see
your face;
Yet in my turning...it seems
the sound has been erased.
Dad,
who will I turn to for answers
when life
does not make sense;
Who will be there
to hold me close
when the pieces just
don't fit.
Oh, Dad, if I could turn back
time
and once more hear your voice;
I'd tell you that out of all the dads
you would still be my choice.
Please
always know I love you
and no one can
take your place;
Years may come and go
but your memory will never be erased.
Today, Jesus, as You are listening
in
your home above;
Would you go and find
my dad
and give him all my love.
