Albert John Wright
1949 - 2012
How blest a home! The Father's House! There love divine doth rest;
What else could satisfy the hearts of those in Jesus blest?
His home made ours, His Father's love our heart's full portion given,
the portion of the First-born Son, the full delight of heaven.
Oh, what a Home! There fullest love flows through its courts of light;
The Son's divine affections flow throughout its depth and height,
and full response the Father gives, to fill with joy the heart.
No cloud is there to dim the scene, or shadow to impart.
Oh, what a home! But such His love that he must bring us there,
to fill that home, to be with Him, and all His glory share.
The Father's house, the Father's heart, all that the Son is given
made ours, the objects of His love, and He, our joy in heaven.
I've been thinking so much about my Dad these past few days, and how much we miss him and how 'unfair' his disease was, and how early his life ended. How young his grandkids are, how young my mom is, how young we are, how young he was. How he died on his 40th wedding anniversary. How much it hurt him to not be able to help us at work. How he lost his dignity to disease. How hard he worked for every earthly success and how nothing was handed to him for free. How he walked the walk. How he always sought to please the Lord. How he always gave us the benefit of the doubt. How much he loved his boat, his dog and baseball. How much he loved us. How much he loved our mom. How well he treated his employees. How much he loved Apple computers. How happy it made him to spoil us. How hard he worked at building his business. How well he treated his customers. How much he loved Space Mountain and The Matterhorn. How he forgave. How gracious he was. How much he loved mint chip ice cream, Coke in a bottle, and Mexican food. How he never complained about anything. How the Lord blessed him with peace during the last few hours of his life. And how much I can't believe that he's gone.
