My Daddy

My Daddy was so good,
they said he had a heart of gold.
I'm sure he did, but to me it was like jello.
That's because I could mold it
almost any way I pleased,
but my Daddy also taught me
how to get down on my knees.

He taught me how to pray
and he taught me how to love.

He never raised his voice in anger,
his was a gentle love.
He taught more by example
than he did with words.

He made me realize that things
aren't always like they seem.
We didn't have much
when it came to worldly things.

Spoiling me with gifts was
a luxury he couldn't afford, but
what he had , he'd give away
if some one else needed it more.

You can be sure he had his thorn in the flesh,
but he made up for it by loving us so much.

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