When My Father Kneels to Hold Me


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