My Father’s House – Shelter in this World
by Eugene Clingman
January 3, 2008

My little girl does not know
It is her daddy who protects from snow
To keep her warm and free from fear
Who cares for her and is always near

My little son does not perceive
It is for him daddy strives to achieve
And faithfully labors at work each day
For the bread and milk over which he prays

To my Father also I am a son
My Father’s work by angels sung
So many things I do not perceive
As from His storehouse I receive

His covering wings or-shadow my life
Yet betimes my heart has strife
He holds me closely in His hand
While all things change like shifting sand

His faithful promise eagerly keeps
And so He gives His beloved sleep
To eat the bread of painful sorrows
Not wise for you, God holds all tomorrows

Surrounded by this Sheltering Rock
I may now rest from all distraught
And trust my Father as a child
Looking up to Him to see His smile

In Father’s home I am secure
His care, His friendship He makes sure
So my heart like daughter, like son
Be quiet now and rest in His love

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