Tuesday Last

a poem

Tuesday last my daddy died

it was a shock to me.

Tho' I knew the day was coming,

I feel I was deceived.

I thought I'd take a day and cry 

and wipe my tears and say good-bye,

But now I find my eyes are dry.

The tears they just won't come,

And yet

there is a weight upon my chest

and I cannot catch my breath.

Where are you daddy, where

is your brisk and jaunty stride?

Are you hand in hand with Jesus

as you whistle side by side?

Oh Daddy did you know Him,

and accept the gift He gave?

Did you claim to be a sinner,

and He the "One to save"?

Did you bow before the One True King

and offer Him your pledge?

Did you let Him wash away your sins

and make you whole again?

Oh Daddy dear, I hope it's so,

and that today you'll fly

into the waiting arms of Jesus

over there on Glory's side.

And here I'll stand and look across

the many, many years,

and wait and hope and think of you,

and bid you Dad, Godspeed.