THE MAN IN MY LIFE
He is dearer to my heart than all others,
His nearness gives me comfort and rest.
Whether at work, at play, or relaxing,
I find his company is always the best,
For he is the man in my life.
When I feel the need to good counsel,
Someone to show me the way,
He is the friend who best understands me,
And I'm glad that I have him each day-
That dependable man in my life.
The years go by and he loves me still;
He continues to call me "sweetheart."
We are glad today that we made the pledge
To love till death do us part-
Me and the man in my life.
A MAN CALLED BILL
Some knew him only as the man called BILL
Who doctored their cars when the motor was ill.
They hadn't heard what his last name was.
They didn't need to know it-because-
All that was needed was to drive to the shop
And ask for "Bill" as soon as they'd stop.
The boss soon learned the majority by far Said,
"I want no one but Bill to touch my car."
A POPULAR man is the one called BILL.
His customers love him and always will.
They find in him a friend indeed;
For a car that runs is man's greatest need.
Now a customer comes with the old request,
And an explanation, half in jest,
"I trust Bill with my car any day.
He has a 'magic touch,' so some folks say."
Completely HONEST is the man called BILL.
You can depend on him when your car is ill.
If you can afford a fine Cadillac,
Or only drive a rattling wreck,
You find Bill's work to be the best.
The repairs he makes will stand the test.
The word has quickly got around,
He is the most honest mechanic in all the town.
He is a BUSY man, the one they call BILL.
It is past quitting time, but he is busy still.
Although tired now, at the end of the day,
This is an emergency, so he will stay
For another hour of more hard work.
He was never known a task to shirk.
He always took time to see it done right.
A satisfied customer was his delight.
A PERFECTIONIST is the man called BILL.
If it isn't done right, he keeps trying still.
He is never content with a "good-enough;"
Each job must be right up to snuff.
This explains the customers' usual plea,
"I want no one but Bill to do it for me."
He gives each car the selfsame care-
An attempt at perfection beyond compare.
MUSINGS OF A FAMILY MAN
I have all that a man really longs for.
I feel like a king on a throne
With a wife who is faithful and loving
And these children of our own.
As soon as I'm home for the evening
The little ones climb on my knee.
They ask for no other enjoyment
Than a little attention from me.
They brighten our home with their laughter.
They make us more gentle and mild.
I know now how Jesus could liken
The Kingdom of God to a child.
The future may hold some heartaches,
But today great pleasure is mine.
Our home is a place of contentment
And enough joy to last a lifetime.
THE IDEAL HUSBAND
We read it in the "Good Book."
In "Proverbs," the rules of life,
The attitude of a husband
Toward his faithful wife.
These are the words: "He praises her."
That is all that need be said.
What a multitude of meanings
Into those words can be read.
There is a list of the qualities
For a wife in those ancient days.
All that is asked for the husband
Is only words of praise.
Life was truly more simple then.
Today we are wiser grown;
But a better rule for marital bliss
I doubt has ever been known.
If she was chosen from out all others
To be the companion for life,
The man who admires his own judgment
Will certainly praise his wife.
FATHER'S DAY
Father's Day comes along in June
When with love and romance our hearts are atune.
We notice Dad a little on just that one day
Then hurry back to our own work and play.
Father is pleased to be honored at all.
With so much attention, he feels nine feet tall.
He does not mind that we forget so soon,
After we've paid him our respects in June.
A father asks for so little praise.
He is content to be noticed in just little ways.
Father seldom wishes for pomp or display,
But a kindly word can brighten his day.
HONOR THE FATHERS
The poets have sung of mother's love,
And praises to her are due;
Whatever our defects, failure or loss,
Mother's love is loyal and true.
A man seldom reveals his inner thoughts,
The feelings deep in his heart;
Yet father's love is equally true,
For love is not a feminine art.
Ofttimes a dad is a quiet man,
Few words of love will he say;
But it shows by is pride in his children
And his unselfishness every day.
Let's honor the fathers, give them our love,
And praise them for all their kind deeds;
Let us show our respect and devotion,
For love is what each one needs.
BLESSED IS THE MAN
Blessed is the man who loves the Lord
And finds enjoyment in reading God's Word.
Blessed is the man. Happy is he
Who studies his Bible diligently.
To the counsel of scoffers he turns a deaf ear;
The words of the ungodly he refuses to hear.
His neighbors know him as a man they can trust.
He is like a green tree whose roots are thrust
Down deep to fountains of refreshing springs,
Such joy and contentment his influence brings.
Like an evergreen tree, his mind is not bare,
His kind words are fruit that many may share.
He teaches his children the Bible each day
Encouraging them to trust God and obey.
The scripture passages that he often quotes
His sincere respect for the Bible denotes.
Happy is the home where the man takes the lead
In teaching his children God's precepts to heed.
WHEN FATHER WAS HEAD OF THE HOUSE
There was work for all to do on the farm;
Each child had to do his part.
Whatever the task that was given him,
He did it with all of his heart.
There was no time to fuss or fight
If all were busy doing right
When father was head of the house.
Father taught us a love for labor,
The joys of a task well done,
And the importance of seeing completed
Whatever we had begun.
We learned that labor has dignity
And to work is a noble destiny
When father was head of the house.
DAD UNDERSTANDS
With all of my childhood problems
I always went to Dad.
It was he who best understood me.
He was the truest friend that I had.
As I stumbled through the turbulent teens
Dad's counsel was my guide.
We would sit down and talk things over,
But he would seldom scold or chide.
He liked to point out the end result
If I should choose this way or that.
I felt I was a better person
After each friendly chat.
This I knew, Dad's faith was strong;
He was a man of prayer.
I always knew Dad prayed for me
And I was ever in God's care.
Time scurried by, and very soon
I was a woman grown,
And I still like my Dad's advice
As I rear children of my own.
THE BIGGEST MAN I'VE KNOWN
There were younger sisters and brothers
But he was the eldest son.
He grew up to be a big man-
Big in more ways than one.
He was a kind man and gentle,
Always tender toward his own.
And he had a big heart for others;
He was the biggest man I've known.
His broad shoulders carried many a burden,
For he willingly bore his share.
Yet he thought of the burdens of others
And remembered each one in prayer.
I realize now how big he was,
For he left such a big empty space.
Since he is no longer with us,
It seems no one can take his place.
A big influence still lingers
In memories, both happy and sad.
All of my life I'll be grateful
For the example of my good Christian Dad.
THE MUSIC OF A WHISTLED TUNE
When I reminisce of the joys that I've had,
One of the sweetest memories of my Dad
Is the sound of his whistling every day
While he was at work and I was at play.
He would always whistle while doing his chores
In and out of the old barn doors.
I loved the sound-morn, night, and noon-
The music of a whistled tune.
My Dad was "special," this I knew.
He could whistle a tune as many can't do.
Very often my childish plea
Was, "Please whistle that song again to me."
In memory I can hear him yet.
The sound of his whistling I'll ne'er forget.
Some Dads may hum and some may croon,
But mine could whistle the sweetest tune.
The best entertainment we children had
Was provided by our talented Dad-
The many poems that he could recite
And the songs he would sing after supper at night.
He would whistle a tune that we knew well
And see who could be first the title to tell.
A whistling, musical memory
Is the heritage Dad left to me.
Dad usually whistled a sacred hymn;
The songs of the church were precious to him.
He whistled the tune that was in his heart.
He meant the words! He lived the part!
Dad lifted his soul in heartfelt love
As he whistled his "thanks" to the Father above.
If there's need for whistling on the other shore
Then Dad is whistling a hymn once more.
LIKE A FATHER
"Like a father pities his children,"
This scripture I can understand.
It means that God is kind and loving.
He leads me gently by the hand.
"Like a father pities his children,"
How true the simile.
My father disciplines me sternly,
Yet he shows me sympathy.
"Like a father pities his children."
I pity the child who never had
A kind-hearted sincere Christian
For the man whom he called "Dad."
AN HUMBLE MAN
He "sounded no trumpet before him"
As though seeking for fame or renown;
He was contented to be a common man,
Just one of the men of the town.
A friend to the lonely and aging
Yet a ready companion for youth,
If asked his advice, he could give it
In eloquent words of truth.
He was there in his place every Sunday
To worship in the church of his choice,
With never a desire to be prominent,
In authority never lifted his voice.
When asked to point out a true Christian
Everyone in that town would say:
"He is an excellent example
For he lives it in his own quiet way."
BROTHERLY LOVE
Do you have a little brother
Who can tease like any other
Til you sometimes almost wish that he were dead?
Brothers always cause us trouble
And problems by the double.
Why couldn't he have been a girl instead?
Such a brother I once had
And I thought him very bad.
I wondered if his pranks would ever end.
By the time he was sixteen
He wasn't quite so mean.
On some days he was almost like a friend.
When he grew to be a man,
I began to understand.
He had really loved his sister all the while,
And that teasing was the way
He had shown his love each day,
For brothers feel that teasing is the style.
I am thankful for my brothers;
I could even wish for others.
We can seldom find another friend so true.
Brothers do a lot of teasing,
It's their substitute for squeezing
And is as natural as the early morning dew.