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From My Fathers Heart Oh my dear child, always asking why,
Do you think I dont see, or harken to your cry?
Do I not pick you up, everytime you fall?
I am there beside you, before you even call.
Oh my dear child, sitting oh so still,
Wondering if your walking, closely to my will.
Do you think I would see,You stray far away?
Everytime you wonder off, Just bend your knee and pray
