"God gave me these loving hands
To hold you, oh so tight,
He gave them the strength to be a man
And ready for a fight.
His plan for me yet to unfold,
Three children blessed me more than gold,
The pride and love I had was real,
For God knew always how I feel,
A quiet soul that felt too much,
I, his servent, knew of his touch,
Giving gratitude, love, and care,
For all around me I would share.
But God's plan was not to stay,
And serve by him I must fly away,
These hands they left a legacy,
In my three crazy kids you see,
For even though I'm far away,
These loving hands are here to stay,
To touch, to love, and remind you too,
That I forever, your dad, love you."
-C. Breeze 2017