To wake them up in the morning and be the first to see their face
To love and guide them as they find their place
To cheer them on as they run their race
To look into their eyes and see my husband or me
To help them feel better when they skin their knee
To teach them all I know and then set them free
Oh how I long to be a mother
To snuggle on the couch when it’s rainy or cold
To allow them to fail but offer a hand to hold
To giggle at inside jokes that never get old
Oh how I long to be a mother
To see their eyes light up on holidays
To hold their hand as we jump the waves
To read them God’s word and teach them His ways
Oh how I long to be a mother
To comfort me when I don’t understand
To come alongside me and hold my hand
To help me trust His good and perfect plan
Oh how He longs to be my Father
To point me to truth even when it’s hard
To love me unconditionally so I can let down my guard
To remind me how much He cares through the doves in my backyard
Oh how He longs to be my Father
To surround me with children to love every day
To welcome me back when I lose my way
To provide me rest and relief from the battle’s fray
Oh how He longs to be my Father
To wake me up in the morning and be the first to see my face
To love and guide me as I find my place
To cheer me on as I run my race
Oh how He longs to be my Father
