In His Father’s Hands
Safety and security were first felt as he held you,
in his strong hands you are his world
he listens as you sweetly coo.
Holding tight, your tender fingers held him close, tightly curled.
He holds you closely tight to him,
As trials come and winds unfurl.
He’ll be your coach, and as you run your race he’ll help your win.
He’ll be there cheering on his son,
Especially if your light seems dim.
Of all his charges big and small, you are the greatest one.
His son, his boy, his pride and joy
even so small, his heart you’ve won.