When My Father Kneels to Hold Me

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    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.

    [illustration] Illustrated by Brad Teare