Coming up from ashes, rising higher than the clouds of dust
Money controlling the universe, tis isn’t it “In God We Trust”?
The December day brings with it, cold and powder white snow as purest as truth
A Birthday approaches as the father contemplates the surprise for his youth
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Growing up with loads of money, so as to never knowing a days worth
Millions upon millions of dollars to lead on, all way before birth
The son was turning 18, but what to get? Everything he already had
But knowing only of money or jewels & not to the extent t of his dad
He wished for a new car, a red convertible corvette to be precise and exact
But why when he had 2 already, Guess it’s just respect and advice that lacked
The father told him not for this birthday, he had another special gift
The son turned and sped off down the hall, lingering feelings seemed to drift
Day of the party finally arrived, hundreds of people and a gleeful son
But the prelude to the activity is nothing, to what the story is to become
Presents are giving, as the son looks forward to the father’s surprise
But what exchanges hands brings rather hatefulness to the sons eyes
The father extended his hand, but car keys? The son was not yet liable
Instead the father just gleamed open handed with a lovely forlorn Bible
The son found distaste, threw the Bible on the ground and stormed off
Father’s heart was crushed as he chokes up, and briefly coughs
The son, now 18, went to vent some anger and remain with a friend
Several months away, with only short visits, not near enough to mend
Until One Day… The phone rang, and all of a sudden the son felt sick
The mother said “Your fathers in the hospital, can’t explain just come quick”
The son rushed to the hospital to find his own father lying in a bed
Apparently he was in a car crash; tubes protruding covered the blanket spread
As he broke down and cried the son let out words, for not a wrong line
He said “Dad, I Love You” for these the father had not heard in a long time
The father passed away about an hour after those words, no one spoke
He would give anything for his father back, even to be broke
As the son visited his father’s old study room, in the same house as the fight
He looked thru old papers, opened drawers and beheld still with fright
Gazing down, he peered at the Bible his father presented that day
Before opening to the first page he broke down and gave Lord a pray
As he opened the cover is saw a piece of paper fall to the ground
He picked it up gently and read it silently without making a sound
“Happy Birthday Son, I hope you love this present. Not only is this a Bible, but here are the keys to your brand new convertible corvette. I couldn’t bring it home to you due to the snow, but it’s waiting at the dealership for you. I’ll always love you, and I hope you love your present.
-Love Dad”
The son was pouring out tears; he had been so selfish that he couldn’t believe
His father dead, his dream present and life in shambles, all on Christmas Eve
He drove down to the dealership, picked up his car and pressed the gas
Flying thru the snow full of guilt, the whole while knowing it was too fast
Skidded out of control and careened into an embankment to meet his dad
He had nothing to live for and thought to re-unite would only be glad
Now standing from above and looking down, both said and done
So never take for granted the love you share, between a father and son
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