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Wrapped in A Fathers Love, Safe from The Storm

November 10, 2017

My Father was a man of few words. However, I never doubted His for me; because, he demonstrated by working very hard to provide and to protect us.  He would get up very early in the cold, freezing weather to put wood into the stoves and light the fire.  We awoke every morning to a warm house; because, of his sacrifice.  Even when I later came home for a while, when my life fell apart; he would get out of bed late at night to warm my car before I left for work.  Whatever choices I made in life; he loved me unconditionally, never interfering; yet, always being there to pick me up again when I fell.

 

He had little education; because while others went to school, he was plowing the fields behind a pair of mules during farming season. He did attend the little one room school house when he could and ultimately finished high school.  Despite his limited education, he was the best financial manager I have ever known.  Furthermore, he demonstrated a wisdom far beyond most men.  Although, his reading skills did not afford him the ability to read his Bible; I am certain God spoke directly to him every day as he went about his work on the farm.  Having grown up in an era and community where racism existed; my father stood strong, demonstrating fairness, equality and social justice toward all.  He stood towers above other men; always living a life of honor, integrity, and kindness.

 

SAFE FROM THE STORM

 

As a very young child, I remember his wrapping me in a blanket in the middle of the night to carry me to the storm cellar where he had first taken mom.  Then, he would return to the house for my brother.  Then, he would sit on the steps of that old cellar, tightly holding onto the rickety door.  The lightening flashed allowing me to look at that strong, determined silhouette protecting his family from the storm and I felt safe.

 

Years later I wrote this poem in dedication to him and to my heavenly Father.  God so graciously chose Charles William Garner to be my daddy on earth.  Because of him, I learned so much about my heavenly Father, through the life he lived.  My earthly Father died suddenly of a heart attack in 1993.  One day I will see him again; until then, I wish to say Thank You,

 

Daddy for all you have done.

Safe Throughout the Storm

by Effie Darlene Barba

The storm was raging in the night

Our house in certain peril

The lightening flash, the only light

To break the darkest hour

The thunder roar enlarged the fear

The pelting rain and hail

Twas certain now, tornado near

No where were we to run

I felt the arms that held me tight

They carried me to shelter

I felt the strength, the love, the might

My father’s arms could give me

His shadow there, the door secure

Though raging winds pulled hard

He did not budge, His mission pure

To keep his children safe

Chorus

There is safety in his arms

Those arms that hold me tight

So, filled with love, so free from harms

It is his love, his gracious love

That keeps me safe throughout the storm

The storm was raging in my life

And darkness filled my heart

My hope was gone, my world was strife

Nowhere to run, depart

I had no strength to stand against

This whirlwind spiraling down

This heart of mine ripped ‘way each fence

I knew I neared to drown

And then I felt the arms of love

Enwrap me with His self

I could not feel the winds above

While sheltered in His arms