I wish you could see
what has become of me
and those that want to put me down.
When I have done my best
given them something and passed the public test
Father, they still try to make me less.
The wind blows from the southwest,
where hot and cold meet.
From Amarillo it never quits.
Honor, Justice and Compassion you taught,
and the responsibility they have brought.
Rafts, for a river that does not stop for anyone.
On this river I will float
passed those that want to sink my boat.
Leaving them afraid to wade into the river.
I listen for Gods voice in the wind.
Winds of change from Amarillo begin,
and blow across my river.
Your soul, your smile is in me
I Albert three.
Hey Dad, I wish you could see Albert four.
I used to say God has blessed me with a son and a perfect wife,
but I did not know how rich was my life.
Until, I lost you.
I am proud of you Dad
in this time of being sad
and hope upon hope that I can be as good as you.
As I float downstream where you await
with winds that push my sails to a point of break.
I will not be afraid of the trip or great Sea that is there.
For I know I will see you again,
and our spirtual life begin.
The winds of Amarillo never cease to blow.