My dad was a wonderful man.

He was gentle and kind.

He loved music, and art and life itself.

He was a wonderful singer,

with his rich baritone voice

He would play the piano and sing

and I used to sit and listen to him.

I also used to watch him shave in the mornings

and sit at the breakfast table

and watch him pour his tea or coffee

into his saucer and drink it.

I found out that was a British thing.

I loved his funny faces and the way he made us laugh

There were 5 of us girls

and he would spend time with us

and never act like he wished any of us were boys

He used to take us hiking on these long trails.

We would get bug bites, and scratches

but I didn't care

as long as I was spending time with him.

But like my mom, I remember most of all

his love for his Saviour.

He always sang hymns about Jesus and Heaven

No wonder I grew up loving God so much.

I also learned my love for music from him,

and inherited my musical

and artistic ability from him.

I thank God that he was my father.

He passed away many years ago

and I still remember every special moment

I had with him in my life.

I know he is in heaven

and I can't wait to go see him again, someday.

I hope somehow that God allows him and my mom

to know just how much I love them both

and how much I miss them.

One of my Dad's favourite songs is this one

His Eye Is On The Sparrow

Charles H. Gabriel

Why should I feel discouraged,

Why should the shadows come,

Why should my heart be lonely,

And long for Heav'n and home,

When Jesus is my portion?

My constant friend is He:

His eye is on the sparrow,

And I know He watches me;

His eye is on the sparrow,

And I know He watches me.

I sing because I'm happy,

I sing because I'm free,

For His eye is on the sparrow,

And I know He watches me.

"Let not your heart be troubled,"

His tender word I hear,

And resting on His goodness,

I lose my doubts and fears;

Tho' by the path He leadeth

But one step I may see:

His eye is on the sparrow,

And I know He watches me;

His eye is on the sparrow,

And I know He watches me.

I sing because I'm happy,

I sing because I'm free,

For His eye is on the sparrow,

And I know He watches me.

Whenever I am tempted,

Whenever clouds arise,

When songs give place to sighing,

When hope within me dies,

I draw the closer to Him,

From care He sets me free;

His eye is on the sparrow,

And I know He watches me;

His eye is on the sparrow,

And I know He watches me.

I sing because I'm happy,

I sing because I'm free,

For His eye is on the sparrow,