Happy Father’s Day Lupe

No, There Wasn’t A Red Carpet, Nor, Will There Be A Parade.
No Key To A Fishing Boat And We Are Afraid,
To Say, That There Is No Marching Band, Nor A Gun Salute.
Just This Little Bar-B-Q, And This Little Poem Taboot.
You Didn’t Walk In Like Royalty, With Flowers Thrown At Your Feet.
There Is No Famous Singer, To Sing To You So Sweet.
What You See Is What You Get, For We Know There Is No Way,
We Can Ever Give To You, All That You Deserve Today,
Because To Be A Father, Well It’s A Job That’s Never Done.
The Rewards You So Deserve, Can Only Be Given By The Son.
For You Have Given, A Lifetime Of Yourself.
To Be A Father Of Today, Well You Deserve Great Wealth.
No, Never Can We Ever, Can We Repay,
You For Being A Father, Who To The Father Prays.
Yes, There Are Fathers, Who Come And Who Do Go,
But It Is The Father, Who Fights On His Knees For The Soul,
The Soul Of His Child, The One That He Loves So,
Yes, It Is The Father, Who All The World Should Know,
That He Will Receive A Crown And A Marching Band.
Yes, Lupe Will Walk In Like Royalty, With Jesus Hand In Hand.
There Won’t Be A Famous Singer, But Rather Angels Up Above,
Who To Brother Lupe, Will Sing A Song Of True Love.
No, There Won’t Be Carpet, But Rather Streets Of Gold.
No, Not A Gun Salute, But Rather A Trumpet Sound So Bold!
And Oh We Can’t Forget, We Can’t Forget That Boat,
But Lupe, You Will Not Need It, For When Glorified, You Will Float.
Yes, You Are A Father, Who Looks To The Father Up Above,
To Guide And To Protect, Your Children That You Love.
For You Are So Different, You Stand Out From The Rest.
You Are A Father Who Is Taught, Taught By The Very Best,
The Very Best Of Fathers, For He’s The One You Look Up To.
Oh How This World Needs Desperately, More Fathers Just Like You!

Cathy Jo Moore
© 2002