Friends,
They rise from sleep each new day,
Just as you and I,
Greeting all with warmth that pass their way,
Holding tears of grief within each eye.
They take the time to seek out others needs,
With smiles and a gentle touch,
Never boasting of any of their caring deeds,
A loving heart is what makes them give so much.
They rush to a friend’s side when things go wrong,
Without waiting until they receive a call,
With gifts of hugs to help them grow strong,
Knowing that after, their strength will fall.
They save no thoughts of how much they give,
Or just how much of their time was servant,
Giving a part of their own soul to help others live,
While the rage of their grief lay silent.

By: Paul D. McCutcheon
©08/12/2002

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Paul has lost three sons: Darren & Paul were
drowned in a flash flood.  Kevin died of a brain
aneurysm.  This is Paul's way of honoring his
Lord & his sons while grieving his loss.

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~DAD'S ANGELS~