October is pastor appreciation month, and as a Pastor's daughter let me encourage you to encourage your pastors and let them know that you appreciate them. Your prayer and gifts and words and gestures of gratefulness are such and encouragement to your pastor. As someone who is in the know on what goes on inside a pastor's home, head and heart, it is a hard life to live, and all the more harder when you feel unappreciated or worse. Of course no pastor is perfect but then neither is any congregation. My father is not perfect but as his daughter that does not make void the fact that God in his word requires me to honor him regardless. So let me step up to the plate and say to the world dad I appreciate you as my father and my pastor. You are incredibly slow to anger and patient. I have never met a more selfless man that you. I don't know how you do it, but it amazes me. So here is to your honor dad…love you.
Who is this man on his knees
Seemingly small and humble
Trying his best his Father to please
While he hears the people grumble
Who is this man who for years
Has wearily tried to change
The people through his Father's tears
In a place unfamiliar and strange
Who is this man the truth he's spoken
A soldier prepared to fight
A fire inside his bosom has woken
Shining a radiant light
Who is this man worried with care
Wounded a broken apart
He's always tried to give and share
The vision buried within his heart
Who is this man tired and tried
He has risen on eagles wings
He's rested in peace by heaven guide
And now in the fire he sings
Who is this man brave and strong
But not in his own power
He runs the race though it is long
Looking forward to life final hour
Who is this man leading the sheep
Harvesting ripe golden fields
Gathering all for his Father's keep
Teaching other to love and to yield
Who is this man on abyss of hell
Pleading the case for you
He says in his soul all is well
When it seems that his dreams are through
Who is this man showing the way
Willing to faithfully run
Hear a voice from heaven say
I am well pleased with my son
Who is this man willing to stand
To push against the tide
He's lead by an invisible hand
The Spirit of God is his guide
Who is this man who is never alone
A warrior reaching for the prize
Chosen to be his father's own
Beautiful in his Father's eyes
~melody varney~
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