There are some, who come to me early morning, if they only knew, how proud a papa I am, to have them here with me, to share my heart with them.
I wait for their waking, I know in just a moment or two, they will be here.
I watch the windows of heaven, to see them drag out of bed, to sit before me with eager ears, to hear me talk, to share my heart. To know what I would do in their lives, what I suggest as an answer.
My eyes watch the path of their arrival, my heart pounds with love, they will be here any minute, I see them coming.
One hears me, one feels my heart, one waits for me to speak and share, thinks what I have to say is important, even wants to know more.
Did you see that one over there? Crying for my pain? Hurting because I hurt? I blush with joy, that they love me too. "Hush heaven, not right now. Here comes my child "
"Hush heaven, here comes my child"

