Went to see Dad today.
The day didn't seem as bright.
An old man knelt by the grave of his childhood guiding light.
It is becoming hard to see as I visited with my hero and friend.
I struggle to stand, as I thank God for the man he let hold my hand.
Another year has come and gone.
I cling to things that are eternal.
Dad I'm holding to God's unchanging hand.
Happy Fathers Day.