"Blessed is the man who does not walk in the counsel of the wicked
or stands in the way of sinners or sits in the seat of the mockers.
But his delight is in the law of the Lord and on His law he meditates day and night.
He is like a tree planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in season,
whose leaf does not wither. What ever he does prospers."
(Psalm 1:1-3 NIV)

I sat in church today and I listened to the preacher,
He was telling us about the man of God.
He said the man of God was both a student and a teacher,
And his feet with faith and peace were surely shod.

He told us how the man of God seeks not what this world offers.
And he walks not in the unbeliever's way,
He will not take a seat among the the scorners and the scoffers,
But he delights within the Law of God each day.

He told us that the man of God was planted by the river,
That flows so pure and free from heaven's throne.
Like a tree that bears its fruit in its season to deliver,
So the man of God will reap the seeds he's sown.

Today was father's day, dad, as I listened to this preacher,
As he told us all about the man of God.
And my mind, in memory, raced back to when you were my teacher,
And your counsel, dad, still shapes the path I trod.

I remember, dad, those trips we took within those Holy pages,
And the truth of God you made so plain to see.
My faith and trust will always cling to "The Blessed Rock of Ages".
For, dad, you were the man of God for me.

No, dad, you were not perfect; You were only flesh and blood.
You were just a mortal man who tried his best.
But, dad, your faith was tried by both the fire and the flood,
And thank God you showed me how to pass the test.

Dad, I've passed on to my children the faith you passed to me,
The legacy you've left behind while traveling o'er this sod.
I've lived my life before them so that each of them could see.
I have tried to be for them the man of God.