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.