Pappa Thine

Pappa Thine
Of might and mirth,
No gold can tally up your worth.
Your tender arms and sweet embrace
surround me with entrancing grace,
and they alone have kept me safe…
from this chaotic, hectic place.
Pappa thine
Of might and mirth,
No gold can tally up your worth.
This love for you I keep within,
alas! I know it tis a sin…
To shy away from such affection,
to ne’er display my great devotion.
You’re the one in which I’m fond,
mine inspiration to carry on.
You’re the last I think at night,
to spark my heart with its delight.
Pappa thine
Of might and mirth,
No gold can tally up your worth.
Of all the hardships that I find,
God has given me one gift that’s mine.



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4 responses to “Pappa Thine

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  2. yeah I agree & I couldn’t have said it better. keep it up

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