MY FATHER'S VOICE

How far the holy fragrance of

The family altar goes;

When childhood days are far behind

The beauty of it glows.

 

Though some things, to my memory,

Are indistinct and blurred,

I still can hear my father's voice

Expound the Holy Word.

 

I did not heed its counsel then

Or realize it's worth;

But now I know that shrine to be

The sweetest place on earth.

 

It's proved a shield to keep my faith

Undimmed through joy and care;

The mem'ry of that hallowed place--

My father's voice in prayer.

~ Unknown.