
When I talk to God about each you, I can never finish (truly I can't start), seeing over the tears, my heart just races.
Father God said if you think it --- He'll know it, than I could feel him wipe my tears away.
I said; Father, is that how you feel about us? Looking closer, I saw a tear drop. No one will know or measure a soul. Son my love is too wide, it’s too-deep-to contain, so we both wept until I dropped, and how I understood, to this very day.
So when I look at you now and you see a tear in my eye, for no reason at all. Your dad’s love is too deep and too wide for you all; just wipe it away.
You all are loved. You're my gifts the giver gave! You to me and me to you; you all know of this love (from a child you were told).
You played Church and had fun. Called it Father Day love.
So, I am Dad possessed, with his love, but if I see a tear I won’t say a word. I'll know it was Dad; we all are surrounded in his love. It's the room you all hold because my children, no one can remove you from my soul.
Love Dad!
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