Let me look to You alone
To find my strength in You.
Let me live for You alone
To live my life for You.
May it be a life of love.
May I be a witness for You.
May the footprints that I leave behind
Bear the name of Christ.
I want to bring You glory.
I want to praise Your name.
I want to love you more.
I need to love you more.
Kindle the fire within me
That I might burn for You
That I might shine Your light
As I live this life for You.
Papa loved his babies,
Both big and small.
And there was something about his arms,
Strong and comforting.
Of course the top of his head
Was the perfect place for a kiss.
And that old comb-over
Great for granddaughters playing beauty shop.
He had a great smile,
A little mischievious,
And his eyes
Were so full of love.
In his voice there was strength
It was deep and sweet.
He loved to sing about heaven,
Sweet Beulah Land,
Steppin' on the clouds
And getting new hands.
Now it's come to pass
Some glad morning's come.
Hallelujah by and by.
Oh, what a flight.
~for my Papa - Wayne L. Byrd 5/12/26-3/5/10
