The man taught me how to be a man
His standards so high sometimes I don’t get his plan
A good name before money such his life preaches
Hard work makes room for you in high places;
I learnt from his perseverance outcomes.
The man taught me how to pray
Pray heartfelt, continued prayer
A relentless faith that doesn’t quit
A softness of heart, surrendered on his knees
Hours on end he spills his heart to his Maker
Whether in gratitude or in petition
He prays so passionately.
The man taught me real men love their family
Long travels, for months away
So his kids are well fed, properly clothed
Well groomed, well educated, ready for the world out there
Sleepless night just so that his kids will sleep well at night
Few clothes on his back, so that his children wear the best.
The man taught me
Do not follow the crowd to do evil, do not follow the crowd to do good
Do not follow the crowd.
He never follows, he is a commander, a pacesetter.
There are no enough pages to write Of the wonder this man is…
From whom I got my handsome face
And perhaps inherited my writing grace