Father

(hummmmm) I stood up to the podium,

with pages in my hand

And looked out at the faces of the people in the stands

But the ink began to blur,

and the words they slipped away

So I'll sing the things that paper couldn't say

You were the quiet strength,

the steady hand of grace

I see your gentle spirit in the lines upon my face

You taught me how to stand,

you taught me how to let it go

This is my final sermon

for the finest man I know

(ohhh father) I remember winter mornings,

the engine cold and gray

And how you'd work the double shift to make a brighter day

You never spoke of sacrifice,

you just showed up and did

Everything it took to build a kingdom for your kid

You were the quiet strength,

the steady hand of grace

I see your gentle spirit in the lines upon my face

You taught me how to stand,

you taught me how to let it go

This is my final sermon

for the finest man I know

So I'll step down from the altar now

And let the silence fall

I love you, Dad (hummm)