Dedicated to my dad, James K. Hensley
I remember, when I was a little girl;
Climbing up on daddy's lap.
To me, he was my hero,
In his steel toed shoes and his white hard hat.
He worked day and night in that Blue Gem mine,
Breathing that black coal dust.
And, I was too young to realize, then,
The huge sacrifice he was making for us.
He raised us four kids digging deep mine gold
And, sometimes, it was hard to survive.
But, the Lord must have surely been with him,
Always keeping him safe and alive.
Now, I thank the Lord for my coal mining Dad,
Who took a chance on his life, every day,
To provide for his wife and four hungry kids;
All on a coal miner's pay.
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