My carpenter Dad.

My Dad, He was a carpenter. He loves what He is doing.

I still remember, He came to me and told me that He loves me. I was moved when He said that to me. It was genuine, sincere... and I know it is from His heart.

My Dad, though a carpenter... He hands are tender, His touch are gentle.
He is full of compassion.
He is just amazing. He always amazes me.

My Dad taught me how to love, by loving me first.
He said If I could speak in any language in heaven or on earth but didn't love others, I would only be making meaningless noise like a loud gong or a clanging cymbal. If I had the gift of prophcy, and if I knew all the mysteries of the future and knew everything about everything, but didn't love others, what good would I be? And if I Had the gift of faith so that I couldn't speak to a mountain and make it move, without love I would be no good to anybody. If I gave everything I have to the poor and even sacrificed my body, I could boast about it; but if I didn't love others, I would e of no value whatsoever.

There was once I asked my dad, "Dad, can i give up? and not to love?
Dad answered, "Have I stopped loving you?"
It is obvious, Dad's love for me was the same yesterday, today and forever.

Because He has not give up on me, and He first love me, therefore I will not stop loving others as well.

My Dad, is amazing.

Dad, I love you.