He Loved

My dad always sang from his soul

And the angels would be right behind

Him to back him up

And they would sing as one .

He always said singing

Will brighten your day .

You need to sing like the flowers

Need the sun .

When you have a broken heart ,

Sing from the heart

And the flowers under the sun

Will bloom again .
He told me I was a child of promise

And harsh criticism

Will always come your way

But always find time to sing .

When you feel a need ,

Just thank God for the blessing

That you can sing .

If anyone ask

What I thought  of my dad ,

I would say

He loved to sing ,

Make children smile ,

He believed in God ,

He loved me ,

He just loved .

                 By Brock