Dad's House

In my dad's house

When I was young

We would pray on our knees

By my bed at night

We were never late

When we prayed to the Lord .

Dad and I together loved to sing

When we could .

I would always say

Don't leave me dad .

I want to go with you .

If I ever got into trouble  ,

Dad could straighten me up

With just his look

In his eyes .

I always knew he loved me

And I respected and loved him so .

With dad every day

Was a brand new day

He always said take one day a time..

His mother told him those things .

With dad I learned trust and so many things ,

But most of all I remember my dad's words .

                                                      By Brock