As a child I see my Father- his hand
in mine leading the way-
Gentle , yet strong, he walked with me-
we sometimes stopped for play.
A baseball bat and glove in
the late evening sun-
Just me and my dad - Oh, you
should have seen him run!
As a teen I see my Father trying to
understand the new me-
But my earrings and punk hair
style was all he could see.
I rebelled as he marched on to
a different drum-
I wish I could have known then -
the things that were to come!
As a man I see my Father in a
different kind of way-
How I long to reach back in time
and change yesterday!
I wish I could hear his voice -
feel him hold my hand-
Tell him that I love him one more
time...pray he understands.
Be good to your Father, my dear friends,
you never know the day-
The Lord will claim His weary child-
and carry Him away!
Don't let your heart be hardened-
tell your Father..I Love You.
Once his name is etched in stone-
There's nothing you can do!
Written By Linda M. Hill
