My dad inspired this song. As a girl, I would sit at our dining room table hanging onto every word as he told stories about the "old home place." We would look at old photo albums and talk about people that I never met. I still reminisce over those "good ole' days" I spent with my daddy. I am intrigued at how all those people effected his life, and now he is handing down his legacy to me. What will I leave behind for others to tell about me? So many times we forget that we are making memories for the future generation. "Lord, help me live this day the way I'd live my very last."
