The Out Father - For Kids Without Fathers

The absent father I thought I needed
the one I swore I did-
thick with tears,
somewhere along the old dirt road
I lost him-
with kind, kind wings
I found the Lord,
he walked that same old dirt road
alone
I saw him
and heart to heart
we talked, as we walked
(and I found my way around him).

And by the lower stars in heaven
and by his kindly heart he sent
an angel called Sorr'el
to guide me,
with holy psalmodies,
and holy sentiments...

Perhaps his arms I used as pillows
for sweetly I'd sleep so sound
"Come here to me," the Lord would whisper
"I'll never let you down."

Oh I thought my father would do me right
but now I know it's not so,
but I bless him for giving me life,
and I suppose that will have to do!

Had he come back that aye be his,
and I'd still be all alone, I'd guess
fear is not so sweet,
it can be
a hypocrite.

And so my thanks-now old and gray,
comes to lie, bosom and all,
to heaven's royal hosts,
encamped upon the clouds.