My dad went to heaven when I was three left mom, my brothers, and sisters and me
Mom prayed both day and night, I often heard her say,
“Father, in the name of Jesus,
I ask you to please watch over my children and me”.
Many are the times I ask myself,
“Who is this Father she’s talking about”?
Is he for real?
I can’t see him
I can’t touch him
But he loves us still.
As I grew up, I watched this Fathers love unfold
In front of my eyes
Day by day, week-by-week, year by year
His loving touch was seen in everything
Held my hand through my teenage years
Had a bottle that held my tears
A lot of memories flood my mind, God watched over us all the time
Thieves broke in and said, “we are going to shoot you until you’re dead”.
They lined us up in kitchen chairs; the guns were pointed at our heads
Mom kept praying under her breath
God please watch over my children and me. There is no better combination
in the whole world than my Father God and my mother.
At daybreak, one thief said,
“Lady, what are you going to feed all these children for breakfast”?
I’ve checked all the cabinets;
there is no food in this place”.
No bread, no butter, no milk, no eggs, no food at all, not one trace
Then Mom said:
“I’m waiting for our Father
He calls all the shots
He will set the table for me
Just you wait and you will see”.
At this point the thief threw his hands up in the air
Waving his gun to and fro
Then he said, “Ok, lady you win”.
From his pocket he pulled a ten
Go to the store after we leave
Don’t forget us when you pray
Down deep I know Gods the only way
The only Father I ever had
Taught me how to live then die
And that is the reason why
I live for him day after day
He walks with me and talks to me
My sins were nailed to Calvary’s tree
My Father sent his Son and set us free.
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