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There's really no point in having children if you're not going to be home enough to father them.

quote by Anthony Edwards
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Take Me Home Oh Father

Take me home oh Father, take me home,
For I've wandered this land You made alone.

No one understood of what I am,
Wasn't loved it seemed by beast or man.

Take me home oh Father, take me home,
My lifes' work seems over for me now.

I have done all You have asked of me,
Oh Dear Father do You hear my plea?

Take me home oh Father, take me home,
The pain is more than one can bare.

Take me home oh Father take me home,
To a place You promised if You care.

Take me home oh Father if You would,
For all my life I've tried to do what's good.

Take me home oh Father my life is done,
All has ended please now take me to Your Son.

poem by Linda Winchell
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As She Prayed [part 2]

Dear Father Up in Heaven
Watch over our soldiers who fight
For they are fighting for you Father
For the differince in wrong and right

Protect them dear Father
And mend their scars and hearts
For they are far from home dear Father
And their families are torn in parts

Watch over their families, dear Father
Keep those children from all harm
For it's the children who suffer, Father
When they fall under satins evil charm

We'll try and watch for satin dear Father
So our hearts won't let him in
And try our best, dear Father
To shun away from his sibn

I pray for the women, dear Father
Raising their kids all a lone
never knowing, dear Father
If their husbands will make it home

This prayer I pray to you, dear Father
It's this prayer I shall pray again
Until the wars are all over
And there is love among all men

8/13/2009 by Norman Hale Jr.

poem by Norman Hale
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Father’s Day

A father loves his children,
More than words can say;
Dad’s the head of family –
This was so till today!

A father toils for children,
From morn, throughout day;
So that all can eat good food,
He gives his hard-earned pay!

A father teaches children
And tells what life is;
A good dad chides and canes you,
If studies, you do miss.

A father tells his children
About love of God;
He reads the Bible verses,
And warns about God’s rod.

A father trains his children
Moulds their character;
He helps them know, right from wrong,
And live a life better.

A father guides his children,
Walk on sinless roads;
To live a life of fortitude,
And righteousness, he goads!

Let children wish their father,
‘Happy Father’s Day! ’
Thank God for giving this nice man –
A blessing till this day!

poem by John Celes
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The good father

This is the one who can not eat if his children do not eat
This is the who wear unexpensive clothes while his children wear expensive ones
This the one who sacrifice his problems for his children
This is the one who works every day for his children
This the one who can sleep outside the house while his children are inside

Are the children showing the appreciation to his efforts?
Are the children showing sense of appreciation about his love to them?
They show appreciation by writing poems for him
They show love by consoling him when he is in trouble

A good father should be innocent
A good father should act as a head of the family
A good father should give support to the family
The location known as Silityiwa has got such father
This father is known as Sonwabisile Lateta and he is “my” father

poem by Franklin Spetuxolo Lateta
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No Point

J. spinks
This aint working out
Its not worth the time I spent on it
When Ive been next to you
Its not the way you want it
And all I wanna do
Is get away and as far away from it
Theres no point cos Im not winning
Theres no point going back to the beginning
Theres no point to keep on waiting
Theres no point in talking it over
Theres no point in getting any closer
If it was up to you
Wed go around in circles forever
Theres nothing left to do
I go around - around in you
Ive tried to see it through
All Ive seen is the stormy weather
Theres no point in still pretending
Theres no point cos this is never ending
Theres no point in keep on trying
Theres no point to carry on lying
Theres no point acting like children
Theres no point cos this time Im gone
Theres no point in talking it over
Theres no point in getting any close
Theres no point in still pretending
Theres no point cos this is never ending
Theres no point in keep on trying
Theres no point to carry on lying
Theres no point in talking it over
Theres no point in getting any closer
Theres no point cos Im not winning
Theres no point going back to the beginning
Theres no point in hesitating
Theres no point tonight
Theres no point at all

song performed by by Outfield
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Little Children

Little children are a gift
An heritage in the Lord
That we might learn humility
According to God's Word.
Little children teach us much
As we open to their love
For we must be as little children
To our Father from above.

Little children are a blessing
As we watch them play and laugh
For when we look at little children
We see no hate nor wrath.
Little children God does give us
That as parents we might be,
A reflection of the Lord
God calls this, family.

For our Father up above
Told us in His Son;
'You cannot enter heaven-
unless like little children you become'
So let's bless our little children
As they grow from day to day;
Learn to be like Yeshua to them
And train them in their way.

poem by Richard Merrell
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In The Name Of The Father

In the name of the Father,
Crusaders sallied forth
raping and murdering.

In the name of the Father,
the Vatican turned its back
on the holocaust.

In the name of the Father,
we assassinated Gandhi,
and Martin Luther King.

In the name of the Father,
the Irish killed one another,
and the British urged them on.

In the name of the Father,
paedophiles lurk behind
dog collars and cassocks.

In the name of the Father,
children are sold or enslaved.

In the name of the Father,
this a father I can do without.

poem by Jerry Hughes
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In A Little While

Got a ticket coming home,
Wish the officer had known
What a day today has been.
Then I stumbled through the door,
Dropping junk mail on the floor.
When will this day end?
But then your letter caught my eye,
Brought the hope in me to life,
cause you know me very well,
And I bet you wrote me
Just to tell me,
In a little while,
Well be with the father;
Cant you see him smile? (ooooooh....)
In a little while,
Well be home forever,
In a while....
Were just here to learn to love him;
Well be home in just a little while.
Boy, that letter hit the spot--
Made me think of all Ive got,
And all that waits for me.
Guess Ive known it all day long;
Wonder where my thoughts went wrong.
When will my heart believe?
Waking half way through the night,
Reaching toward the lamp for light,
Picking up the word I find;
Heres another letter
To remind me.
In a little while,
Well be with the father;
Cant you see him smile? (ooooooh....)
In a little while,
Well be home forever,
In a while....
Were just here to learn to love him;
Well be home in just a little while.
Days like these are just a test of our will.
Will we walk or will we fall?
Well, I can almost see the top of the hill,
And I believe its worth it all.
In a little while,
Well be with the father;
Cant you see him smile? (ooooooh....)
In a little while,
Well be home forever,
In a while....
Were just here to learn to love him;
Well be home in just a little while.
In a little while,
Well be with the father;
Cant you see him smile? (ooooooh....)
In a little while,
Well be home forever,
In a while....
Were just here to learn to love him;
Well be home in just a little--
In a little while,
Well be with the father;
Cant you see him smile? (ooooooh....)
In a little while,
Well be home forever,
In a while....
Were just here to learn to love him;
Well be home in just a little--
In a little while,
Well be with the father;
Cant you see him smile? (ooooooh....)
In a little while,
Well be home forever,
In a while....
Were just here to learn to love him;
Well be home in just a little--
In a little while,
Well be with the father;
Cant you see him smile? (ooooooh....)

song performed by by Amy Grant
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Dear Fathers

Every
Father...
Did not friend....
About

The child...!
Every child...
With out
Love is father...

Father was
Father....?
Father was
Crimneal...?

O...
My dear...
Father's...
Love above...

Your's...
Child...
With faith fully
Give too love

Your children....
Your children is
Yours...
Good friend...S...

O...
Dear children...
Your father is
Your's

Faith full friend...
Not your enemy
So...
Do love your's father

Today...!

poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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What I do say is, yes, children may be resilient and they have been able to deal with all sorts of difficulties they have faced, but the bottom line is this: I believe very strongly children need a mother and a father in the home.

quote by Timothy Murphy
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Real Life Tale Of An Ungrateful Daughter

an ungrateful poor daughter blames her father
her mother sad died thirty-two long years ago
her mother did not choose to suffer illness die
was not mother’s fault choice to daughter leave
daughter in bitterness hate life torments father

her father worked two three jobs her education to pay
her poor father said study succeed attend university
she wanted to spend money work in Texas chicken
she married a shiftless dreamer saying play party angles
her father helped raise their two children in his home

she appreciates nothing saved not never to buy her home
she appreciates not years her family lived with her father
she appreciates not her eldest daughter her father raised
this daughter her husband accept no responsibility blame
daughter says if mother were alive life would be different

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Come Home, Father!

'Tis The
SONG OF LITTLE MARY,
Standing at the bar-room door
While the shameful midnight revel
Rages wildly as before.

Father, dear father, come home with me now!
The clock in the steeple strikes one;
You said you were coming right home from the shop,
As soon as your day's work was done.
Our fire has gone out our house is all dark
And mother's been watching since tea, --
With poor brother Benny so sick in her arms,
And no one to help her but me. --
Come home! come home! come home! --
Please, father, dear father, come home. --

Hear the sweet voice of the child
Which the night winds repeat as they roam!
Oh who could resist this most plaintive of prayers?
"Please, father, dear father, come home."

Father, dear father, come home with me now!
The clock in the steeple strikes two;
The night has grown colder, and Benny is worse
But he has been calling for you.
Indeed he is worse Ma says he will die,
Perhaps before morning shall dawn; --
And this is the message she sent me to bring
"Come quickly, or he will be gone." --
Come home! come home! come home! --
Please, father, dear father, come home. --

Hear the sweet voice of the child
Which the night winds repeat as they roam!
Oh who could resist this most plaintive of prayers?
"Please, father, dear father, come home."

Father, dear father, come home with me now!
The clock in the steeple strikes three;
The house is so lonely the hours are so long
For poor weeping mother and me.
Yes, we are alone poor Benny is dead,
And gone with the angels of light; --
And these were the very last words that he said
"I want to kiss Papa good night." --
Come home! come home! come home! --
Please, father, dear father, come home. --

Hear the sweet voice of the child
Which the night winds repeat as they roam!
Oh who could resist this most plaintive of prayers?
"Please, father, dear father, come home."

poem by Henry Clay Work
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Father Xmas

Father xmas
Will be working all night today
So that he can deliver all the christmas presents on time
To the children and their families
Father xmas
Is living his workshop now
In his reinder to deliver the Christmas presents
To all the houses here at home
Father christmas
Won't have any time to sleep at all
Because all the christmas gifts have to be delivered by christmas
And he has to follow the clause in his contract or otherwise he will get fired
And he could even make the children upset
Because there will be no presents to open at christmas
Father xmas
Goes down through the chimney
And then he comes out in the living room of the houses
Inside of the living room of the houses at christmas time
Father xmas will find the christmas tree decorated and lighted up
Father xmas
Eat his shortbread cookies and drink his glass of milk

poem by Aldo Kraas
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Father Xmas Song

poem by Aldo Kraas
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Father Of Night

Father of night, father of day,
Father, who taketh the darkness away,
Father, who teacheth the bird to fly,
Builder of rainbows up in the sky,
Father of loneliness and pain,
Father of love and father of rain.
Father of day, father of night,
Father of black, father of white,
Father, who build the mountain so high,
Who shapeth the cloud up in the sky,
Father of time, father of dreams,
Father, who turneth the rivers and streams.
Father of grain, father of wheat,
Father of cold and father of heat,
Father of air and father of trees,
Who dwells in our hearts and our memories,
Father of minutes, father of days,
Father of whom we most solemnly praise.

song performed by by Bob Dylan
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Voice On The Wind

She walks with the wind on the windy height
When the rocks are loud and the waves are white,
And all night long she calls through the night,
'O my children, come home!'
Her bleak gown, torn as a tattered cloud,
Tosses around her like a shroud,
While over the deep her voice rings loud,-
'O my children, come home, come home!
O my children, come home!'

Who is she who wanders alone,
When the wind drives sheer and the rain is blown?
Who walks all night and makes her moan,
'O my children, come home!'
Whose face is raised to the blinding gale;
Whose hair blows black and whose eyes are pale,
While over the world goes by her wail,-
'O my children, come home, come home!
O my children, come home!'

III

She walks with the wind in the windy wood;
The dark rain drips from her hair and hood,
And her cry sobs by, like a ghost pursued,
'O my children, come home!'
Where the trees loom gaunt and the rocks stretch drear,
The owl and the fox crouch back with fear,
As wild through the wood her voice they hear,-
'O my children, come home, come home!
O my children, come home!'

Who is she who shudders by
When the boughs blow bare and the dead leaves fly?
Who walks all night with her wailing cry,
'O my children, come home!'
Who, strange of look, and wild of tongue,
With wan feet wounded and hands wild-wrung,
Sweeps on and on with her cry, far-flung,-
'O my children, come home, come home!
O my children, come home!'

'Tis the Spirit of Autumn, no man sees,
The mother of Death and of Mysteries,
Who cries on the wind all night to these,
'O my children, come home!'
The Spirit of Autumn, pierced with pain,
Calling her children home again,
Death and Dreams, through ruin and rain,-
'O my children, come home, come home!
O my children, come home!'

poem by Madison Julius Cawein
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Our Children

A baby sitter who can’t stand kids
A drunken father slaps his children around
A drug addict mother who sleeps and does nothing but get high
A sister who never comes home in time to protect the small ones

Our children are here on this earth to be loved
Not to be abused and used as slaves
Our children are not punching bags or our slaves
Stop the abuse against the innocent children

These children will grow up to be just like you
Our children need us to love them
The older siblings stand between the you and the younger ones
So stop all the abuse

The children need to be taken care of
All you parents out there listen to me
Heed my warning because your children will grow up to hate you
Stop all the abuse against the future of this world

poem by Jessica Roberts
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A Point To Prove

Every child knows its mother more than its father,
That is why i am crying in the wilderness of Africa!
I have a point to prove,
I have a mind to tell,
I have a poem to write,
In the wilderness of Africa to prove a point;
What about the plethora of Authors who do write?
What about they who write about Africa? ! !
Complex as it may be,
I am an African with a vision.

The obnoxious acts of slavery brought about,
The spread of the Africans worldwide;
Yesterday was the Slavery Days but,
Today is for you and me to tell the truth.
Every child knows its mother more than its father,
That is why i have a point to prove to you;
This world is our home but,
Why should some live and others starve?
Bombs with huge sums of money to invest on,
While many in this world have no food to eat;
Tomorrow comes and, what have you to say?

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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the last poem for Ramon

from a long trip
he arrived home
feverish,
he said he needed
rest
a very long rest
in the ancestral house
of his father
where the trees are
old and tall
where the air is
refreshing
where the silence
is abundant
for he is tired
and wants to have
his much needed rest

it was too late for him
to know that he has
stage 4
for lung cancer
for which he succumbed
in his death bed
yesterday morning
in the ancestral house of
his father
his home away from
home now
away from wife
and his three children

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Sunday Prayer of Thanks

Dear Father in Heaven, today I'm not going to ask anything of you.
I want to praise you Lord and give thanks for all that you do.

As of late Father I've asked you for many blessings and you have granted many of them Father. You helped my daughter find her way and open a wonderful art shop, oh Lord I thank you. You kept my children out of harms way Lord and showed my grandson the error of his ways bringing him back on track Lord, I thank you. You granted my grandson, my daughter and myself a trip to Nova Scotia this year Lord, I thank you Father. You made sure my mother isn't suffering with her leg Father. You saw to it that David Harris came home from the hospital and is recovering nicely, I thank you Father. You took care of some issues for my friends Shelley and her new husband Michael Lord, I thank you.

Father God, I'm sure I've missed some, but you know what they are and that I want to thank you on their behalf.
Father God, thankyou for all the wonderful things you do and most of all Father, thankyou for your precious son 'Jesus'.

poem by Melvina Germain
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Take Me Home Oh Father

As She Prayed [part 2]

Father’s Day

The good father

No Point

Little Children

In The Name Of The Father

In A Little While

Dear Fathers

Real Life Tale Of An Ungrateful Daughter

Come Home, Father!

Father Xmas

Father Xmas Song

Father Of Night

A Voice On The Wind

Our Children

A Point To Prove

the last poem for Ramon

A Sunday Prayer of Thanks

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