His Child!

His child!

Turning, burning, hurting, churning
Our hearts burdened, weighed down
Caught in the cycle of each role we play
Sometimes We feel like we’ll drown

Cook, cleaner, even candlestick maker
Mother, student, friend
Primping here, rescuing there
How many ways can we bend

Today We choose to let it all go
To fall in the arms of our Dad
Abba We cry and with a big sigh
We make our Father’s heart glad

Now twirling, turning, laughing, learning
We’re ready for one ride that’s wild
With one great Father, MY Father, your Father
The wonder of being His child


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