To my Dad,

Howard G. Houston

Many things were left unsaid

They weight upon my heart

When I try to get them out

Tears will flow, but words cannot

I pray for God’s forgiveness

For being so naive

I should’ve shared my heart then

Now I can only grieve

But I am blessed beyond my worth

For I know my God is wise

He told me that you heard me

When He gave my son your eyes

Now every day I look at him

Your warmth recaptures me

By Grace alone, this I know:

We’ll meet again someday