When My Father Kneels to Hold Me

By Barbara Werrett Nielsen

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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.

    Illustrated by Brad Teare