In the quiet of twilight's embrace,
A father stands, unwavering, full of grace.
His love, a beacon that never wanes,
Guiding us through life's tempestuous lanes.
He's the anchor in life's stormy sea,
A lighthouse on cliffs of eternity.
His trust, unyielding as ancient oak,
Rooted deep, unwavering in every stroke.
His mercy, a river that knows no bounds,
Forgiving our flaws, healing our wounds.
Faithful as sunrise, he walks by our side,
In moonlit whispers, his love does confide.
His caring heart, a quilt of warmth and care,
Stitched with threads of sacrifice rare.
Heaven's touch rests upon his brow,
A guardian angel, watching over us now.
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