My Father’s Knee
When I was but a child, now many years ago
and frightened by all the things I’d see
I had a place that I would go when I was overcome with fear
I’d run and get upon my father’s knee
with his strong and gentle hands, tenderly he’d draw me near
he’d chase away my worries and drive away my fears
He always seemed to have the knack to know just what to say
then he’d whisper I love you and send me back to play
I was always welcome upon my daddy’s knee
and I couldn’t help but feel it was made just for me
I loved it there in daddy’s lap as he sit back in his chair
I didn’t have a worry a fear, or a care
now gone are the goblins that once filled my head
the trolls are all gone and the dragons are all dead
childhood fears have faded as the boy is now all grown
now I supply the knee for children of my own
dad is now much older yet still he’s there for me
but I am much to large to sit upon his knee
now when I am frightened I still run for home
and crawl upon my father’s lap as he sits upon the throne
his arms are always open as he bids me come
there within his embrace he pours out all his love
God the father, he knows just what to say
he calms my fear and gives me courage to face another day
mike bishop