I was only seven when you tucked
me in bed,
never thought the next morning my Mom would be almost dead.
I thought I was dreaming when I heard my Mom screaming,
something was not right in the middle of the night.
I ran down the stairs and turned on the light,
I didn't know what caused you to fight.
You thought Mom was dead so you hid under the bed.
The police came and got you and took you away,
and life as you knew it ended that day.
From hospital to home and back you did go,
and what went wrong we never will know.
We sent cards and letters and prayed you'd get better.
We cried many tears over the years.
We visited you on weekends whenever we could,
knowing if you could come home, you certainly would.
You were a father, a brother, a spouse to my mother,
You had many friends, and your giving never ends.
We all loved you so much, you had a tender touch,
when you were in your right mind, you were very kind.
For thirty five years we had many fears.
We gave you the hugs, they kept you on drugs.
You always joined us on holidays and amused us in many ways.
Sometimes we had to laugh or we would cry,
and we always wondered why you, oh, why?
You're now with your father, your
mother, and your son,
and most of all, Jesus, your Saviour, the Heavenly One!
Daddy, I didn't get a chance to say goodbye,
so with this poem and my tears, now I will try.
In Loving Memory of Peter Albert Dinger
Prayer of Jabez
Now Jabez was more
honorable than his brothers,
and his mother called his name
Jabez, saying,
"Because I bore him in pain."
And Jabez called on the God of
"O that You would bless me indeed,
and enlarge my territory,
that Your hand would be with me,
and that You would keep me from
evil,
that I may not cause pain!"
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