These boots

I remember the backyard, late afternoon light,

Dad in his work boots, jeans faded just right.

Tossin’ that football, his hands strong and sure,

Like he could take on the world—of that, I was sure.

(Chorus)

He was Superman, my first hero, my guide,

With a heart full of love and that fire in his eyes.

Through the years, through the miles, one thing stays true,

I grew up in his footsteps, he grew old in those boots.

(Verse 2)

Long days, long drives, lessons he taught,

How to stand like a man, how to give all you’ve got.

He’d wipe off the dust, shake off the pain,

Still come home to throw that ball again.

(Bridge)

Now I see him sittin’ out on the porch,

That old leather’s worn, but it still holds the torch.

He may not move fast, but the strength’s still inside,

And when he smiles at me, I still see that fire.

(Verse 3)

Lord, I thank You for every last throw,

For the laughter, the lessons, the love that still grows.

For the man that You made, the father I had,

Through the good times and bad, I’ve been blessed by my dad.

(Chorus)

He was Superman, my first hero, my guide,

With a heart full of love and that fire in his eyes.

Through the years, through the miles, one thing stays true,

I grew up in his footsteps, he grew old in those boots.

(Outro)

Now it’s my turn to lace up and stand tall,

Pass down the lessons, pass down the ball.

And when my boy asks, “Was Grandpa strong too?”

I’ll smile and say, “Yeah, son, and thank God for these boots.”