Over the years, As we grow old,
We remember our father, So brave and bold.
In the garden, Leaning on the plow,
He would listen to me; I see him now.
He would give advice, And understand;
He was always there, To lend a hand.
God made fathers, Strong and firm,
For he knew our lives, Would have great concerns.
So he gave us fathers, To teach us to pray,
And guide our lives, And show us the way.
So on his day, Let’s take the time
To say “Thanks, dad. I’m glad you’re mine.”