' Daddy's Wooden Chair'
There's an old wooden chair by the roses,
Where my Daddy went and sat.
He would go there every morning,
And with God, would sit and chat.
Daddy's gone now some years ago,
But I still can see him there.
In his old time tattered,
Rose garden wooden chair.
I now sit there and remember,
Those times I had with him.
And ask God for daddy's protection,
knowing He forgave him, of his sins.
'I miss you my Dearest Daddy,
You were my closest friend.'
You showed me love and kindness,
Of which that, I always would depend.
I sometimes feel you by my side,
As I sit and reminisce.
I feel your arms embrace me,
And the tenderness of your gentle kiss.
I've kept your chair in the yard,
To remind me that you were here.
And now I take your place in it,
Knowing you and God are near.
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