Father

He's somebody else's, not mine,
He has a heart of love, and it motivates.
I used to think he was really tough, and now I see through it all.
I see what he is truly made of.
I know what is on the inside means even more.
Sometimes there are misunderstandings, but through it the heart, I see.
His love motivates and his heart is gold.
His smile could melt a heart so cold.
And even though he is not mine, he still makes as much a mark
As if he was.
He is still just as precious.
He still has a place in my heart.
I know his walk is pure through each passing year.
I see him change to be more like Christ.