Legacy

Legacy By my father’s hands A legacy was left for me I won’t disappoint The inheritance is important to me Green pastures and many pine trees The land he labored was for me The red dirt and gravel roads He left it all to me The fields he plowed Gardens he planted He did it all for me By my father’s hands The house he built was miraculous to me Making memories in that house Is where my thoughts retreat Hog pens and hen houses Out houses and peanut groves Watermelon patches He worked until the sweat was upon his brow Running from one side of the fields to another Up and down the country roads History in the making Who would have known? Berry vines and fruit trees Was exhilarating to me Fig trees and gladiolas My mother planted for me So accomplished with only a fourth grade education I’m so proud to be a part of the lineage and total dedication By my father’s hands My father’s hands His hand, hanging on to the Lord’s unchanging hand