A tall slender grizzly old man gently touched my shoulder
exactly the way my late beloved father used to do
Daddy a saint who loved and was proud of his son like no other
He lived and loved for all his children too

Unjustly hated alone and friendless in a cold cruel barren land
This grizzly old stranger patted my shoulder
Cause in a simple polite gesture I held the door opened for him
But in that gentle pat of his touch I felt the spirit of my father

It told me not to worry and that one day everything would be ok
In that sanctified epoch it was a message from heaven
Be as you are my child for the old and the wise see truth like day
we know the good ones unlike those at sixes and sevens

Those that are wilfully chosen to walk the path of true Light
have Guardians, ArchAngels and Pious messengers
Be it my saintly father or someone else's grizzly father in white
To reassure, protect, to guard and remind - Stay the true path

A tall slender grizzly old man gently touched my shoulder
When all seemed forlorn and wicked voices sang
An innocuous humane act but a sign from God's realm older
I will reach out and touch and distance you from evil,s fang


Go gently my children for I am here and no harm will befall you