Daddy knows
When I've been hurt,
He knows the pain I feel,
He knows how to soothe it,
And how to make it heal!
Daddy knows . . .
When I am doing,
The very best I can,
And when I have done all,
He will help me stand!
Daddy knows . . .
The sound of my voice,
He hears me when I call,
He allows me, my own choice,
Be it stand or be it fall!
Daddy never . . .
forces me,
To do things just His way,
He allows that I should grow,
Through my choices every day!
But . . .
When I've made the wrong choice,
Daddy stands nearby,
He knows what my heart says,
Way down deep, inside!
Daddy knows . . .
The length of time,
For me to come around,
He never leaves, He just keeps nudging,
Me toward solid ground!
And . . .
When I've learned to stand alone,
And stay where I should be,
The pride upon my Daddy's face
Just so much blesses me!
Says He . . .
CHILD, YOU HAVE DONE WELL,
I'VE BEEN WATCHING WHILE YOU GREW
YOU HAVE MATURED, AND NOW YOU SERVE . . .
JUST LIKE DADDY KNEW!
Peggy Jeanine Woody
copyright. © 1/13/1992
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