You and I have both known men
Who didn’t know their fathers
And in the end when daddy
dies their ship’s afloat no anchor.
I am a rare and fortun’te one
To have a father I’ve known
Throughout my life, for good
for bad who kept the lighthouse on.
So many stumble in the dark
No hand to guide them through
Your faith, your light against the void
You always knew what to do.
Yes, we are the rare and fortunate ones
to share these times with you
May we pass on just a little of your light
To those who need it too.
“How may I be of service?”
