Gentle Father, hold Your child.

The stones of life have bruised 

the heart 

and left a tear-streaked, trembling face,

inconsolable to any other—

Your child cries for You.

 

Bend down and brush the tears away,

and take Your own into your arms.

Lay the wearied on Your shoulder,

to comfort with Your daddy-whispers

of strong and tender, everlasting love. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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