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| Anyone can be a father, but it takes a special person to be a daddy. |
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| My daddy was a fix-it-man, who loved to fix things with his hands. He'd whistle to tunes as he would putter, Amid his tools and his bikes clutter. Fixing everything he could, when he was done it all worked good, but then one night the angels came. Daddy was gone things weren't the same. There would always be an empty spot were daddy once whistled, worked and cared. I miss him and my heart is hurting. but theres one thing I know for certain, someday we'll be together again, but only jesus will know when, many times I sit and ponder and, as I sit, my heart grows fonder. For knowing daddy like I do, Ill bet he works in heaven too. cause daddy loved to potter around, and I'll bet that he can be found,... On heaven's special maintenance crew, The group of men who always do the things that must be done to see that heaven functions perfectly. He might be fixing angels wings or shaping halos into rings, Rewiring stars so they will twinkle, repuffing clouds so there not wrinkled.... Polishing the Eastern Star or tuning up Saint Peters car, making sure rainbows bend, then painting them from end to end. Fixing everything he can, giving everyone a hand, there's one thing I know for certain, He's whistling tunes as he is working... keeping busy while he waits, for me to meet him at heavens gates.... Author Unknown |
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