I watched my child on her Daddy’s knee
“Papa, my Papa, listen to me!”
He holds her close, and then she’ll start
To pour out to him; her ‘little girl’ heart
How does he reassure her? What does he say?
It’s enough to send her back to her play
Without any more complaints.
I know there’s a lesson in this for me
It’s the way that God wants me to be
To take my concerns to Him and say
“Father, my Father; here’s what happened today”
And even though He sees and knows
Even the tiniest joys and woes
He longs for me to share.
I’m blessed because I know He’s near
To see my every silent tear
To listen to my wordless prayers
When my heart is heavy with so many cares
That I can’t even find the words to express.
He knows each cry. Whether praise or distress
And reminds me. He’s in control.
Written October 1985
Copyright © 2021 by Terri Art