Christmas is in the air.
The spirit all around
People bustle to and fro,
seeking perfect gifts that abound
But this year all I wish for,
this year all I want,
is a piece of yesterday’s memory,
your soul in our children’s hearts.
Too many years you’ve been missing.
They wouldn’t recognize you anymore.
But to see your face, as your children embrace –
a priceless moment I’d adore.
So I’ll look up to the heavens
and search for your shining star.
It’s the closest thing to the gift I want
The gift of a father’s heart.