There’s a feeling deep inside me That I, somehow, can’t express. It chokes me to my very soul, With utter loneliness.
How must my Father feel, each day; As I cast His hand aside? His gentle hand, that comforts me Like the gently, rolling tide.
Sometimes I get so busy, As I race from place to place; I forget that I can rest in Him And contemplate His face.
For, I see His face in everything, And in all I hope to do. I, even, see His precious face, Each time I look at you.
I wonder how He feels, when I Spend days without a care, And does He shed a tear, when I Forget to kneel in prayer?
Perhaps when I feel lonely, And I don’t know where to start, I could bend my knees, and bow my head And learn my Father’s heart.