Father, I need to come into, the shelter of your wing
Climb into your lap, lay my head against your chest
All my troubles, I will whisper in your ear, as I run
My fingers, thru your silky beard
This world is a such a frightening place, many are so cold
Please hold me close and rock me, pat me on my arm
Reassure me, Daddy, soothe my troubled mind, while I run
My fingers, thru your silky beard
Your Daddy loves you child, brings you thru every time, Daughter, I'm
Always going to fix it, just you wait and see my child, I'm the Dad
Your LORD And you're my precious little girl, and so I fall asleep
In my Daddys arms, running my fingers, thru His silky beard.
TRIPLES with EMMA
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