My Daddy Was a Preacher

My Daddy Was a Preacher My daddy was a preacher Not the kind now on TV But a back-woods country preacher For they’re the best you see He came through the Great Depression Where his parents scrimped and saved To send him off to college On a path that God had paved He worked hard while in college Took odd jobs when he could He encountered those temptations But stayed on the side of good Then one year taking tickets At a bathhouse at the beach He started a prayer meeting He started then to preach He preached in little rooms, a house Eventually a church He preached for over 60 years For folks who God they searched He married countless couples Held hands of those sick in bed He helped many a man and woman Who had turned to the bottle instead He spoke comfort at the funerals Of soldiers who had died Wrapped his arms around their loved ones And stayed close there by their side But even preachers pass on As my loving father did With a legacy of loving For this grateful preacher’s kid written for a friend remembering her daddy on what would have been his 100th birthday.