OUR DAD'S body died today, not our dad. He's passed the baton in our earthly race. His spirit seeks life in our hearts and minds, But his soul requires a more constant place.
Our dad's body died today. Its reluctant heart kept beating 'til he seemed prepared to accept the time for the lap he'd run and reject our prayers that it be spared.
Our dad's body died today. With onlyhis ghost as coach we continue our laps. But he was there when we began our runs; the starting gun was not the sound of taps.
