Last Sunday we celebrated today's milestone,
Dad's 80th birthday!
Happy 80th Birthday, Dad
To us, much or somewhat younger, 80 years seems like a long time,
but it's a blip on time's screen, isn't it?!
Before refreshments we had an opportunity to share memories and words of appreciation.
Lots of laughter and a few tears too.
The verse below stands out as one my dad strove to live by,
(and a few mentioned their thankfulness for his kind and wholesome habit of speech.)
Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths,
but only what is helpful for building others up
according to their needs, that it may benefit those who listen.
The memories re-impressed on me
the little bit of Time we have in light of eternity
no matter how long/short life is!
This little bit of Time we have
before Soul’s husk falls to the grave
Compels us to fine-tune want’s quest
and strive to give each day our best
For it will not be long until
the shoes we leave behind to fill
Will be worn by feet still so small,
while we go on to That Last Call
Then, with this bit of time life grants
we do not want to leave to chance
The calling and election of
what soon is stripped of mortal glove
But pray each day, God will equip
us with tools for good stewardship
His Word directs and edifies
to feed the soul that never dies
His grace forgives, His love sustains
us through whatever time remains
He helps us do the best we can
to love Him first, then fellowman
So, someday when this race is run,
we’ll hear hope’s glorious crown ‘well done!’
Where, when time’s veil is rent, we’ll see
© Janet Martin
On behalf of the whole family I also shared this poem My Dad
written a few months ago but saved to share with him till this celebration.
We also sang one of his favourite songs;