Legacy of Grace

Whispers of the past, neon lights flicker soft,

Echoes of a quiet strength, a life that lifts us off.

Dusty boots on the porch, calloused hands kneaded time,

A story etched in every line, a mountain's silent climb.

He’s the oak that’s rooted deep, through storms and sunny days,

A fortress where we find our way, in all the hardest ways.

He saw the shadows, carried weight unseen,

Taught us how to stand, before we learned to dream.

The heart of the father, a compass made of grace,

Guiding you through winding feet,

He carried burdens you could not, so you could walk a little taller, and be a little more free.

Lessons in dirt and rain, in silence and in song,

He showed us how to mend what's torn, how to stay strong.

In his quiet eyes, a universe of love so true,

A legacy of kindness, carried in me and you.

He saw the shadows, carried weight unseen,

Taught us how to stand, before we learned to dream.

The heart of the father, a compass made of grace,

Guiding you through winding feet,

He carried burdens you could not, so you could walk a little taller, and be a little more free.

In every story told at night, beneath the star’s soft glow,

Lies the love that’s always near, in the seeds he chose to sow.

So here’s to the silent strength, the love that’s crystal clear,

In the boy he raised and the man he made, his spirit’s always near.