By
Barbara Werrett Nielsen
"When
My Father Kneels to Hold Me," Friend, June 2001, 21
When my
father kneels to hold me,
His strength
and love enfold me.
I feel his
kind protection
That keeps me
safe from harm.
In his voice,
I hear God's message.
His hands
hold priesthood blessings.
And when I'm
with my father,
I feel safe
and warm.
His life is
as a beacon,
Reflecting
righteous teachings;
He inspires
my soul to seek
That God of
which he speaks.
Through my
life, he weaves the story
Of God's
unending glory.
His goodness
binds our family;
Eternal are
we.
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