I Know the Way

As my mind wanders back
To times that had been
And how my life came to be.
I remember quite well,
The times on the hill
Where I played uncontrolled and free.

I still can remember
At the end of each day
When all the day’s work was done
As we children all knew
When each day was through
My dad would pray for each one.

The way that he talked
And the way that he walked
Required that his God I would see.
As I think back to then
I remember times when
His life left its mark upon me.

Now my father’s passed on
To far greater things
And to that, which I’ve yet to know.
His passing I regret
But his memory though yet
Anchors my thoughts, there to go.