For My Sister ....

Whenever I cried, my father was there
to gently wipe away the tears.

If I fell, he picked me up and brushed
the dirt from my knees.

As I grew, the boundaries he set for me
were widened a little at a time.

When I rebelled, he firmly reined me in
and set my feet back on the right path.

When my spirit wanted to fly,
he gave me wings
but always held a net under me,
just in case.

He always knew what I needed
even better than I did,
And he never hesitated to provide
those things for me.

He didn’t always give me what I wanted
because he was much wiser than I.
He knew that no one should always have
everything they want.

My own father has been gone
for many years, and I still miss him.

But my Father in heaven looks after me
for my dad.

He reins me in when I wander
and disciplines me when I rebel.

He gives me wings to fly,
and He is my safety net.
And He loves me with such a love
as I have never felt before.

He knows what I need even before I do,
and He always gives me what I need —
though not always what I want.

One of the things He gave me,
one of the most precious things
He gave me

Was you, dear sister.