| The Fathers Love | ||||||
| The Love of my Creator Un-describable by words Un-addible by numbers A force very undeserved He fetches to the depth To heal a empry soul He reaches out his hand Most likely to console With smiles he braggs about me With tears he feels my pain With joy he loves to hug me And remind of promises to gain O How he always loves me He speaks just too my heart Even when I mess up He gives me a fresh new start The sorrow he always greaves Whenever I turn away He says "mabey he will see my gifts" I'll try each and every day We thank him when we eat We thank him when we pray But most of all the gift he gave Such Love, that washes sins away |
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