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For 'tis the might of love sincere For our happiness, embodied's his
A fortitude barely any could bear Pride and honor; no doubt's in this
As he strives without fear of far or near Though times we'd stray and disobey
So we can sleep with conscience clear He'd love us more each passing day
And faith unfazed in his selfless ways No amount of thanks, apologies, or deeds
Such love so tough; what could compare? Could ever repay him in the least
Such trials, with fierce will he'd face He is our father, like whom there's none
Not sparing us a moment's despair We love him most; he's number one!