You got up every morning and got ready
for work not returning until 5:00 or 6:00 o'clock.
Ten hard hours you put in for many years.
Thank you, God, for the father I've got.
Yes, I love my Father - for it is his day to
receive appreciation and a little more love.
I thank him for his labor
because it was me he thought of.
Thank you Father, I love you.
No one is as good as you are!
I pray that there are millions of children
thinking about their fathers, near and far.
Written by George Edward Noe
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