My Dad
My Dad
My Dad was there from the start
He said he held me to his Heart
And felt my breath on his cheek
He raised me up for all to see
My Dad taught me many things
How to fish and pushed me in my swing
I rode my first bike
I flew my first kite
All because my Dad
My Dad was also the disciplinarian
At times I had trouble understanding him
But now I see why
He would tan my hide
To teach me to stay on the right side
My Dad also taught me of a man
Who was raised on a stand
And nailed for all our sins
To complete the final end
My Dad
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