No matter the task your presence felt
Every child bowed down and knelt.
The glories of your heavenly hosts
show to us you're the most.
Praise you Father, creator of all
You always pick us up when we fall.
Your warmth and love
Surrounds us like a fitted glove.
Oh, how lost we'd be
If you had not set us free.
Chains and bonds broken down
You life us up without a frown.
Glory to you Father mine
You charge us not a fine.
When the narrow road grows wide
You leave us nowhere to hide.
Praise you Father, healer of us
You chose us without a fuss.
You did not stop at the first
Instead You gave us all a thirst.
Your knowledge in us yearns
For the wisdom you give us to learn.
Praise you Father, God of all
You always answer us when we call.