Jesus, Be The
Daddy In Our House
I'd wake her up, each morning,
With a kiss and a song.
I'd tell her, "Thanks to Jesus,
Nothing, today, could go wrong."
Breakfast and a daily devotion
Would get us on our way,
I was fighting to be strong.
A single mother greets the day;
School and work and volleyball,
Homework, burgers, and a hug.
The only thing missing was a daddy
And my heartstrings felt the tug.
Then, as we knelt by her bedside,
My daughter made me realize
I was not so alone, after all,
(Because I had seen through her eyes).
"Jesus, be the daddy in our house,"
Was the innocent prayer she said.
And, He was the daddy in our house,
As we both tucked her into bed.