Verse 1
There were long drives down old county roads,
Waiting rooms and heavy doors,
A little girl holding on to hope,
Wondering what tomorrow held in store.
We’d put money on the books when we could,
Write our names across each page,
You were loving us from a distance then,
Trying to turn another page.
Pre-Chorus
Life ain’t always a straight line,
Sometimes grace takes the long way home.
Chorus
From prison visitations to family celebrations,
From broken roads to new foundations.
You went from loving us from afar,
To showing us how strong hearts are.
Now those little voices fold their hands and pray,
Following the faith you live each day. And Daddy, we’re proud of the man you’ve become,
The baba, the father, the one
Verse 2
The past still carries a few scars,
But it don’t define the man today.
You’re on the porch with those little ones,
Showing them how to bow and pray.
Every story, every lesson learned,
Every tear that ever fell,
Turned into wisdom for the ones you love,
And a testimony you can tell.
Chorus
From prison visitations to family celebrations,
From broken roads to new foundations.
You went from loving us from afar,
To showing us how strong hearts are.
Now those little voices fold their hands and pray,
Following the faith you live each day.
And Daddy, we’re proud of the man you’ve become,
The baba, the father, the one
Bridge
God wasn’t finished with your story,
Even when the road got rough.
Now your grandbabies call your name,
And somehow that’s more than enough.
Final Chorus
From prison visitations to family celebrations,
From broken roads to new foundations.
You went from loving us from afar,
To showing us how strong hearts are.
Now those little voices fold their hands and pray,
Following the faith you live each day.
And Daddy, we’re proud of the man you’ve become,
The baba, the father, the one.
