His head –
Filled with knowledge and wisdom of a true father.
He doesn’t give any credit to anyone but only to the Heavenly Father.

His eyes –
Sees things far ahead.
He knows when we could get into trouble, so he leaves us with a prayer instead.

His ears –
Are good for listening.
He makes sure to keep them open for those who are needy.

His mouth –
Holds back judgment and condemnation.
Often silent but speaks with wisdom and humor whenever it fits the occasion.

His shoulders –
Broad and sturdy.
Good for carrying heavy stuff and a father’s burden.

His arms –
Strong and steady.
Good for protection and support when we’re unsteady.

His hands –
Wide, with long fingers
That leads and disciplines, works with diligence, and cares tenderly.

His heart –
Full of courage and compassion.
One of the reasons I admire him so.

His legs –
Firm and tough,
Made by the years he spent walking on the right path even when it gets rough.

The gracious love of God is like that of my dad’s.
Though we fail and disappoint him, he doesn’t take note of how many times.
He disciplines us, sure. But that’s only because it’s the right thing to do.
I’m grateful. Our family is blessed to have a father who is faithful—
One who fears the Lord and the reason our family stays accord.
I love you, Daddy. You’re my hero, and one of the reasons I feel beautiful in front of a mirror.