Well Our Feeble Frame He Knows

my father tells me he has failed

to be the dad he ought to be.

I do not understand, I see

a man who lives a life unveiled.

a man who sees mistakes ingrained,

like words which cannot be unsaid;

but I see laurels on his head:

he turns his wrongs to lessons gained.

a man who taught me love for words,

who showed me how to relish life,

who taught me when I deal with strife

to dwell on how God cares for birds.

I think of all the things I've learned.

he points out all the ways he's failed;

he tends to see how sin's prevailed,

but I see joy that he's unturned.

I slowly see Your gift of grace

become his well of life divine;

You make Your beams of joy to shine

around his tender, weary face.

help us to see, when weakness stings,

You bring forth strength and sudden might:

from guilt to joy and dark to light,

we feel Your power within us sing.

---

a poem written several years ago

by my twin sister Lydia,

in memoriam Curtis L. Daugaard

(1952-2021)

&

companion to

"In The Light of His Glory and Grace"

which he wrote

titled from

"Praise, My Soul, The King of Heaven"