My Father's Baby Boy
Through lessons taught more by deed than word
For actions to the heart are more loudly heard
He taught me my mother I must honor and obey
He taught me to find the straight and narrow way.
He taught me that real men can and do cry
He taught me that love would help the heart fly.
He taught me strength and mercy do not contradict
He taught me kind words can end most conflicts
He taught me the power and the grace of dance
He taught me to serve when there’s chance.
He taught me these things and much, much more
And for all this my soul shall surely soar.
At my days end with angels I’ll shout with joy
For I shall also be known as my father’s baby boy
Copyright © Richard Rogers | Year Posted 2006
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