He’s always there for the big times…
Recitals, big games, spelling bees;
He’s so busy down at the office,
But still he can make time for these.
But I think it’s the quiet “at home” times
That mean most to the children and me;
Times when the preacher’s just “Daddy”…
The daddy no one else will see.
Dad, who shoots ball, pets kittens and laughs
At jokes he’s heard over again;
Who pops corn for movies, builds toys in his shop,
Plays monopoly, but lets Mama win.
He stands up and cheers for them, kneels down and prays for them,
Listens, laughs, loves and forgives;
While listening to lessons he tells them of life
They’re learning the way that he lives.