For Dad

Just days after surrendering to the Lord and professing His faith in Christ, my dad passed away on June 20, 2001.  It just happened to be the very day that Mike and I observed our 14^th wedding anniversary. 

Our house flooded on my dad’s birthday this year (2013) during the torrential rains we experienced in Colorado.  We lost a lot of “stuff” kept in storage areas and as I sorted through box after soggy box, I was surprised to find an old day planner that was somehow perfectly dry.  Inside, I came across this poem of praise that I’d written just a few weeks after dad passed.  It was a beautiful, nearly forgotten, memorial stone.  

My heart remains full of gratitude. Dad’s conversion to Christ was nothing short of a miracle.  To God be the glory.

  

You Saved Him

You’ve shown me your glory, Oh, Lord.

I never dreamed it would turn out this way.

You called me to prayer,

And asked for my praise.

“Do this,” You said, “and you’ll see.”

You touched him, You loved him;

You opened his eyes and You saved him.

My words alone were never enough.

He wouldn’t listen and couldn’t see the truth.

My burden was great, but You carried it for me.

You knew Your perfect will would be done.

You knew the instant he’d receive Your love.

You touched him, You loved him;

You opened his heart and You saved him.

You showed him Your majesty

And with his lips he confessed to me.

You are mighty, Oh Lord, Faithful and true.

I give You all the glory

For Your works are marvelous

And worthy of praise.

I thank You, Father, for You are sovereign

And have control of all things.

I thank You for loving me

And showing Your enduring love.

You touched him, You loved him;

You opened his eyes and You saved him.

My Savior, You have shown Yourself

Once more to me.

I never doubted that you could

But often wondered if you would.

You whispered the truth to his heart and

He received new life in You.

You gave me peace

In knowing he loves you too.

I have him no more and I miss him greatly

But your love is sufficient

And always sustains me.

My heavenly Father, You’ll forever be.

My earthly father was taken from me,

But You touched him, You loved him;

You opened his eyes and You saved him.

You touched him, You loved him;

You opened his heart and You saved him.

He resides with You in heaven.

I promised to dance with him

when we meet again in Your eternal glory.

Written August 17, 2001 in memory of Calvin W. Caywood

© Cathy McIntosh 2013