Moderation in all things.

Oh Father, in this trial,
When he is far from me,
Father, take me by the hand
Keep my thoughts turned to thee.
For they would run toward him,
His green eyes glowing bright,
Lit from within by his soul
Aflame with Heaven's light.
Father, I know it's alright
To think often of him,
But only if I don't let
My thoughts of thee grow dim.