Sunday On The Lake

Your old Bible on the dashboard

Coffee stains on every page

You’d hum that hymn under your breath

All the way down to the lake

You’d say “Cast it out and be patient”

Sunrise painting up the sky

Silence hanging on the water

While the bobber barely moved

And time went by

Love you

Father

Miss you

Father

Every Sunday pew feels strange

I still sit where we sat together

But your jacket’s on the hanger

And your name’s on the frame

Are you fishing up in heaven?

Saving me a place on the shore?

Love you

Father

Miss you

Father

I don’t feel you any less

I just miss you more

Pastor says you’re in a good place

Better than this broken world

But I still reach for my phone

Just to tell you ’bout my day

Then remember you’re gone

I hear your laugh when the choir starts

That off-key note you used to hit

I close my eyes in the last verse

And I swear you’re right beside me in the quiet of it

Love you

Father

Miss you

Father

Every Sunday pew feels strange

I still sit where we sat together

But your jacket’s on the hanger

And your name’s on the frame

Are you casting lines in heaven?

Telling stories on that endless shore?

Love you

Father

Miss you

Father

I don’t feel you any less

I just miss you more

One day I’ll walk through those doors

Find you smiling like before (oh yeah)

You’ll say “Come on

Kid

The water’s calm

Been saving you a spot all along”

Love you

Father

Miss you

Father

Every Sunday pew feels strange

I still sit where we sat together

But your jacket’s on the hanger

And your name’s on the frame

I’ll keep fishing in the silence

Till I meet you on that final shore

Love you

Father

Miss you

Father

I don’t feel you any less

I just miss you more