A son's thoughts.

The gentle breeze that ushers through
The chapel grounds as I stand true
To gaze upon my flesh and blood
With haunted thoughts past childhood

For though my father's mortal gaze
Has ceased now to the Lord we praise
To keep him safe and take good care
Until we too can meet him there.

A faith he held and never left
From straightest path now stands bereft
Of warmth that shone into our day
And filled those hearts that came his way

Now I must stand and prove my worth
As he had taught me from my birth
Stand straight and true and hold your ground
For there within true peace is found.