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Come
baby, climb into My lap, and let Me dry those tears.
Haunted
by a dream of tail-lights and shifting gears,
Reliving
a memory no child should ever see.
Yet
too many do, ‘cause sometimes daddies leave.
I
know you felt so all alone, beneath the back porch light.
Your
neighbors turned their TVs up to drown your cries into the night.
But
I was right beside you, even though you could not see.
My
face was also wet, My heart did also bleed.
There
is no easy answer,
Life
twists and moves like a dancer.
Even
full understanding gives but small relief
For
those who find out first-hand,
Sometimes
daddies leave.
Some
children never recover, some overcompensate.
Some
children adapt quite nicely; some children learn to hate.
The
wind blows coldest through a house divided suddenly,
A
shelter insufficient for a shattered family.
There
is no easy answer,
Life
twists and moves like a dancer.
Even
full understanding gives but small relief
For
those who find out first-hand
Sometimes
daddies leave
Behind
the ones they care for,
While
love’s still strong,
And
they don’t want to be gone.
But
know they care, even when they’re not there.
Just
as My love remains,
when
for man’s sin, My pain
was
an acceptable cost,
A
worldly death on a cross.
There
is no easy answer.
Just
know when you need Me, I’m right here.
I
hear your father calling, so drift on back to sleep,
On
his knees, seeking My face, haunted by a dream.
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