In a humble home with walls so thin,
Lived a father with a heart within,
Rich in love, though pockets bare,
His children’s laughter, his only care.

By candlelight, his tears unseen,
He whispered prayers, heartfelt and keen,
"Lord, bless my children, my precious few,
With joy and hope to see them through."

No gold, no silver, no riches bright,
Just dreams and wishes in...