This man, my father, left a mark on my heart that can never be erased. He had a gentle spirit that blows my mind when I think of him. When I was a little boy, 5 or 6yrs, I would always say I wanna be like my daddy, attempted to walk like him, snored my nose like him when he would clear his sinuses. I even went so far as to trace his signature on a sheet of paper to practice his signature. Wanted to follow him and do what he did. That’s just a fraction. But I can’t pray for the dead, I can only hope before he took his last breath he surrender to the king of Kings, so we can be united once I enter into the Kingdom. Only God knows the heart of man. I hope for the expectation like David did. That one day I’ll see him so we’ll together give praise to the only wise God our father. (2 Samuel 12:23) But now he is dead; why should I fast? Can I bring him back again? I shall go to him, but he shall not return to me.” People my daddy is loved. THIS IS HIS SEEDS.
Posted on: Wed, 07 Jan 2015 04:06:10 +0000