In hands so scarred from years of work and pain.
And as my teardrops fell thereon, the thought occurred to me:
The same Lord Daddy served has never changed.
He's Alpha and Omega, the Beginning and The End.
He hasn't changed while endless ages roll.
Though through the years I wandered so far away from Him--
The same Lord Daddy served redeemed my soul!
Dad preached about redemption and raised me up to know
The Saving Grace our Jesus died to give.
I wandered far from Jesus, but it was when I came
Back to the Lord that I began to live!
My soul was starving daily, I cried but no relief
The world could offer me would stand the test.
Then one day I remembered the words Dad used to quote:
"Come unto me and I will give you rest!"
Daddy loved his Savior and he would often cry
As he recalled how Jesus saved his soul.
Now I, too, cry those same tears in thankfulness and love--
The same Lord Daddy served has made me whole.
Dad said He was unchanging and this has proven true
"Amazing" is the only word I know,
To come close to describing His everlasting peace;
Oh Joy! I'm happy in my heart and soul.
He's the same Lord Daddy preached about those many years ago.
He's never changed and He will always be
My Blessed Hope Eternal, my Savior and my King.
The same Lord Daddy served belongs to me!
"The Same Lord Daddy Served" Copyright © 1997 by Patricia Sikes.
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Memories I could hear my daddy's voice and see him smile at me.
The smells, the sounds, the sights I saw, it made my heart so light--
I was there, home once again, if only for one night.
The old home place, as it once was, as if yesterday,
The sofa worn, the flowers fresh, piano begging play.
Without reluctance I sat down, my fingers found the keys--
"Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me..."
My dad's deep voice filled the room as he joined me there,
We sang for what must have been hours, then we knelt in prayer.
His work-scarred hands upon my head, he prayed that I would know
The Lord's anointing in my life, as onward I would go.
We talked for ages, so it seemed, and sure enough he told
The story that he loved to tell, a story ages old.
Of saving grace, so rich and free, purchased on a hill
By a man who bled and died, to please His Father's Will.
Dad spoke with trembling words of love, how he came to know
The man who hung upon that cross, Who died to save his soul.
Of how redemption brought him from a life of loss and pain--
Oh how he loved his Savior dear, and praised His Holy name.
He told again of the day he reached and took that nail-scarred hand,
Which led him from a life of storms, into salvation's plan;
Of love and joy and perfect peace, of mercy so divine,
He told me I could know this love, his friend was also mine.
His words of love for his Dear Lord hung quietly in the air
As I knew my time had come to leave my memories there.
With heavy heart I woke that morn, my dream once more at end--
Yet through the years it's proven true, Jesus is my friend.
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