Our Father

I place the palm of my open hand
against my Father's open hand
My fingers seem so thin and short
but His extend across the land
I hold His face and touch His cheek
I know He is the one I seek
My love it seems so slight and small
but His is true it's real and so complete

Our Father
You're with us here
You love each of us
You draw each one near
They call You "Great I Am"
they call You "Holy One"
but we'll say "Our Father"
as a daughter or a son

I sit in silence on His knee
He has His loved one on His knee
Each time I doubt His love and care
He shows His love again to me
How could He make us each His child
How could He love each as a child
He made us only for Himself
for He is caring meek and oh so mild

You knit us in our mother's womb
You loved us in that chosen womb
In peaceful darkness we were made
You care for us until the tomb
Your works are wonderful and great
Your holy name is good and great
As Your children love us Lord
and we will praise Your name and celebrate