I sometimes feel like I am falling
I long for someone to hold me
To tell me the stories of when you turned the water into wine
Sitting on my Father’s lap
Listening to Him telling me he loves me

Why is that sometimes I feel so far away
Did I push you away, did I tell you to disappear?
I didn’t mean to do it, but you gently stroked my face
Wiped the tears from my eyes and saw through all my lies
You allow me to snuggle up and fall asleep in your arms

Dad how I long for you to tell me how much you love me
You told me about the one hill, on which you showed your love to me
Nailed up on the cross between two theives,
I tear up whenever you tell it, but I long to listen to you sing
I love you my child, and you are mine

When you feel lonely you can crawl into my lap
When you feel alone ask me and I will tell you stories
There are times when you need to cry
You can look into my eyes and I understand my child
I created you in my image, and now I will show you.

Dedicated to Molly Schwaninger