My
Precious Amy Lyn
My precious Amy Lyn
If I could be twenty again
It would not be to relive good times
To reverse decisions regretted
Or to squeeze the moments harder
No, my precious one
If I could be twenty again
It would be that I might be near you
Your age, so that perhaps I might learn to be like you
And might hope to be your best friend
For through your eyes dear one
Through your eyes, I can look away
Not look inward in self pity
But look away outward to the whole world
For Through your heart I find the meaning of care
Through your ways I sense a path well chosen
And when I watch you, my pride is defined
When I hug you, a thousand pains
Dare pause to let me smile
And in your tears
I see compassion for others
In your smile grows, I see
The peace of God
And when you laugh
Balance and rest turn my way
I have no advice to give
But that which you already have
That you love the God of purpose
And the purpose of God
That you learn well
And that you live with your heart
In that which is true
That you place your every step
In that which is real
And that you live everyday
In that which is yours
And
these things you do well
Far better already, I think than do I
Thus my little Amy Lyn
Do I salute you as one above me
My honor for you exceeding
My need to be honored by you
For this in love you have always done
For you have early listened well
Responded well, Practiced well
And set your face in a seemly direction
Thankful
I am, too
That your heart is ever with us
For the arms that have held you
The hands that have fed you
And the prayers that have supplied you
From the beginning have
Whispered your freedom
Caressed you with love
And marveled in your respect
Because,
as some little winged thing
Might you well have flown away
Leaving folks and home
With aching heart
But, rather, possess we in you
A lovely joint-venture
A faithful family partnership
A persistent Godward yearning
And a friendship-borne discerning
And
rather than watch our begotten
(As must some dear folks) with hollow heart
We rejoice with you jointly
In feeding together
From that shared well of supply
By which we all live and breathe
Until we all die…..and breathe yet again
Without
you
My journey would have been awry
Without you
Our family’s fullness was shy
You
have captured my heart
My dear Amy Lyn
For with years barely a score
You are the gorgeous seed…
Of all that need ever be
With
all my love,
Daddy
