His deeds were never published
For the public
The things he did
Were never done for show
His name was never printed
In the paper
Until about
Two days ago
He only filed a short form
For his taxes
No one asked him
How he felt about the war
He always had a good word
For his neighbor
Now his good words won't be heard
Anymore
And through the rain I heard
The choir singing
"Nearer, my God, to Thee"
Through the mist I saw
Some children crying
And I felt nearer
My God, to Thee
His table was never
Full of plenty
His silverware was never
The real thing
But the tears on the faces
Of his family
Were just as real
As if he were a king
The preacher said
He'd always been a good man
But preachers love
To throw that phrase around
But the tears I tasted
Gave his words new meaning
Watching old friends
Putting daddy in the ground
And through the rain I heard
The choir singing
"Nearer, my God, to Thee"
Through the mist I saw
Some children crying
And I felt nearer
My God, to Thee
Nearer, my God, to Thee