Dad was a miller by trade. The company he worked for made restaurant quality food mixes. My favorite was wild rice pancake mix. After years of inhaling flour and other dry baking ingredients, he developed COPD. There were times when he couldn’t sleep unless he was sitting up. He sent me a poem he wrote about his love/hate relationship with his lazy boy chair. I set the poem to music, below.
Despite COPD, Dad was grateful. This is in his own
handwriting.
For those of you who have trouble deciphering a lefty’s script, this is what he wrote:
Well
it has been fun to go back into the past. Perhaps one could be proud of one’s
ancestors, but I am much more grateful that through faith in Christ I have
been born into the family of God. John 1:12 “But as many as received him to
them gave he power to become the sons of God, even to them that believe on
his name.” My prayer is that this might be real in the lives of all who read
this. Merry
Christmas – 1977 Dwayne |
From the album “This and That” this video is scrolling playback of the
Dad’s lazy-boy-chair lament.
Click here to read
John 1:12, the verse Dad quoted.