you've always kept it flowing.
You paved the road, we walked ahead
and left your house, not knowing:
This gilded freedom isn't free,
life's current's so much stronger.
But we won't crumble to our knees
with you there in our corner.
That heavy hand that made us cry
had stifled its own sorrow
to give more than it could supply
(and nevermind tomorrow)
Forgive our sins, our trespasses
(we'd found you so controlling).
But you'd saved us from our weaknesses
to guard that we'd keep growing.
We live a life you'd never known,
a daydream in your day.
With barely more than stick and stone
you loved true, your own way.
That heavy hand that made us cry
had been our one true shelter.
Burnt back against that searing sky,
watching til our wounds got better.
I only wish I hadn't been
a silly child back then,
to thank God for our jackpot-win:
The greatest dad, Amen.
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[Happy Birthday, Pa!!]
