A Tribute to my Dad

When I was a young boy, I watched a brilliant man.

He taught me what was right and wrong, and how to take a stand.
He’d make tears fall when I was wrong, and dry them when I was sad.
He is my biggest hero, I’d like you to meet my Dad.

When I was scared or troubled, and didn’t know what to do.
I’d cry, “Help! I need you!” and he would always come through.
He’d pick up broken pieces, and make good come from the bad.
I think that you would love him too, if you just meet my Dad.

When I became a reckless teen, and did things “my own way”.
He’d show me paths of righteousness, and for me, earnestly pray.
He never once gave up on me, no truer friend, I’ve had.
He killed the “fatted calf” for me, “Welcome home, son”, said my Dad.

“Honor thy Father and Mother”, takes on new meaning for me.
I’ve now become a parent, too. Thru different eyes- I see.
Two little boys look up to me, and this thought makes me sad.
That I might not measure up to…. the example of my Dad.

To do right for my children, a tribute to Dad, would be.
To teach them right and pray for them, like my Dad did for me.
For if I fail to guide them, would make their Grandpa sad.
“Do right by them”, he urges, you see, he”s still my Dad.

His hands have finished working, his body’s tired and worn.
He says that he must leave me soon, to go be with his Lord.
One day, when I see Jesus, a day, ‘twill be so glad.
I want to tell God, “thank you, for giving me my Dad!”