By the Door

Old Rivers Family Photo (2)

If you asked my mom who is in heaven above.
Who was the first man I ever did love.

Mom would share a little story of when I was young.
How I would wait by the door; looking for him to come.

With my face against the glass; waiting to see him arrive.
Then get excited and giggle as he pulled in the drive.

Daddy’s home from his service in the Air Force that day. Dad collage (3)
His arrival meant a greeting; toss me up in the air and play.

I loved my Daddy coming home to me.
This little girl grew up loved by her daddy you see.

Many years and memories have all since passed.
The love of my dad will always last.

And now dad is arriving to a new kind of home.
Where Jesus said I’ve prepared a new place to roam.

A house with many rooms as far as the eye can see.
That’s what is waiting for those who believe.

Not to mention the people who have all gone before.
They will be there waiting by the door.

This time I won’t be by the door waiting for dad.
But Jesus will, He will be there and for that I am glad.

I am the door. If anyone enters by Me, he will be saved and will come in and go out and find pasture. John 10:9

In Memory of my dad Terry Rivers

Dad collage (4)
October 29, 1941 – March 27, 2018

Kim Thomas
March 2018

 

 

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