"Dead, I tell you..."

Ok, so this is a little bit overdue, but my dad had a birthday a couple of days ago (yes, it's just two days if you're in the central time zone). "I was dead! Dead, I tell you, dead, and now I'm alive!" Or not. Anyway, I'd like to take this opportunity to thank you once again, dad, for being such a good example of a godly man to me.

He earned his love

Through discipline

A thundering, velvet hand

His gentle means of sculpting souls

Took me years to understand

I thank you for the music

And your stories of the road

I thank you for the freedom

When it came my time to go

I thank you for the kindness

And the times when you got tough

And papa, I don't think

I said "I love you" near enough