My Father, God, lives up in Heaven;
His boundless wealth is mine
For thru His Son I am an heir
Of everything Divine.
My Father made the world so fair
And put the stars in place,
And thru His wondrous lovely Son,
Sends down His love and grace.
My Father knows what’s in my heart;
He knows my every need,
And He will surely help me out
For He’s a friend indeed.
My Father knows when I am ill;
He sees the sparrow’s fall
And He who really loves me so
Will hear me when I call.
My Father guides each step I take;
He is my shield and song,
He watches o’er me day and night
And keeps me all day long.
My Father knows just what I need;
He sends down blessings rare,
And all the time both day and night
He lifts my every care.
My Father knows how weak I am;
He knows I am but “dust”
And all my “good” compared with Him
Is naught but worthless rust.
My Father chastens me when wrong;
Makes use of staff and rod,
And guides me in the narrow way
For I’m a child of God.