Time is a gift we've all been given,
Each has the same hours in a day.
Some are blessed far beyond measure;
They learn to use it God's way.
My Dad was a man who always had time
For family and friends and strangers.
For someone in need he'd do all that he could
To help and protect them from danger.
He was never too busy to hold a child.
He always took time to play.
He made building blocks, gave horsey rides,
And gave his love away.
Though he's been gone for many a year,
His love was here to stay.
He took time to tend the little things,
So the memories never fade.
