The Father
By Daryl Hall

The gentle touch of my Father caresses my soul
And engulfs me in a joy indescribable,
He covers my heart in such a loving and wonderful way
His fingerprints they do confound me
As they continue to form life seen and unseen,
The Fathers hand created the petal of a flower
A humming birds’ wing,
The rainbow on the back of a salmon in the early spring,
The bud of the rose and the beauty of the blossom,
The eyes of a child so beautifully engraved by his hands,
As he moulds and forms what the eye can see
The spirit soars like a giant tree in the clouds of his glory,
Engulfed and changed by his presence from within
I acknowledge that there is no other like my God,
Praise must ring throughout this temple
Exalting and lifting him up on high,
Touching the heart of God,
He loves our praise and worship
And the time taken to fellowship with him
Like a child and a father,
He loves us so much
And if we desire he will fill us with his love each and everyday.