I can still see him coming in from the fields
Bent with age and hard work
He told us tales of long ago while we sat around
the fire on a winter evening
I remember walking with him to Sunday School on
Sunday mornings
Sitting in his favorite chair reading his bible at night
Hearing him singing as he worked in the yard
I’m thankful for all the things he taught me not only
with words but by how he lived
Thank you Daddy for all the things you gave me
without my even realizing it.
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