Patricia Taxxon
our father
Tonight, my father is coming home
As he does, when I’m troubled or hurt
He knows only softness, and peace
And it’s softness he shall serve
I know, our father is coming home
As he does, when the feeling is strong
He’s the bearer of Jesus and me
I know he won’t be long
When will father be coming home?
I’ve been good. If I hadn’t, he’d say
Paws together, down on my knees
In silence I shall wait
When will father be coming home?
When will father be coming home?
Where is father?
Someone’s in here
Someone’s coming
Where am I?