I take a pause to write these words,
   to say what's on my mind;
To tell you 'bout a man I know
   with strength so near divine.

He's quite amazing in each way,
   a beacon on life's shore;
He stands alone no matter what,
   his goal, to serve my Lord!

He follows close when God commands
   for him to do his part;
In everything he does his best,
   in life, He's left his mark.

I'm blessed to not just know this man,
   he raised me from a lad;
You see, he's so much more to me,
   my father, friend, and dad!

He raised me right to know the way,
   to God, the narrow path;
He prayed those times I ran so hard
   for God to spare His wrath!

I pray some way I've made him proud,
   when time on earth is done;
I write these words to tell him now:
   "I'm PROUD to be your son!"

Then when time comes, the roll is called,
   the saints all gathered 'round;
I'll stand SO proud to see my Dad
   receive each one his crowns!