Friendad
Friendad
The son of my father, indeed I am
To fondly unforget, one never can
And please don't think he was just an old man
That sadly lived and died without a plan
Most often at the breaking of each day
He sought to know what God would say
I wake to find him on his knees to pray
That I might be like him and faithful stay
The words he spoke are truth I can recall
As vividly as untimely leaves fall
When all I see are trees left standing tall
That I could read the writings on the wall
He worked so hard each day his hands would ache
And yet kept on for his family's sake
But for his child, he'd always take a break
To spend some time for happy memries make
And now he's gone, I am feeling sad
I wish to see and talk with him so bad
The cares of life is driving me mad
Yet still I thank my God I had a dad
In days gone by, I wish they never end
In my distress, his wisdom he would lend
He cared enough to help my faults to mend
And always there from all my foes defend
My God is good to give such perfect blend
I'm blessed to have a father for a friend.
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