It helped me so much, but there were some times
when I failed to follow your advice.
I paid dearly, however you never had to tell me
more than twice.
When I think about you, I thank God
for what He gave to you, Dad.
You were my councilor, helper and friend;
what a great blessing I had.
My wonderful Father has been in God's Glory Land
for many years now.
And now I pass along to my son
all my know-how.
Dear Dad, each time I think of you
I never fail to smle.
So many good times we shared
by God's Grace, mile after mile.
Written by George Edward Noe
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