When My Father Kneels to Hold Me – Poem

When My Father Kneels to Hold Me

By Barbara Werrett Nielsen

Barbara Werrett Nielsen, “When My Father Kneels to Hold Me,” Friend, June 2001, 21
When my father kneels to hold me,
His strength and love enfold me.
I feel his kind protection
That keeps me safe from harm.

In his voice, I hear God’s message.
His hands hold priesthood blessings.
And when I’m with my father,
I feel safe and warm.

His life is as a beacon,
Reflecting righteous teachings;
He inspires my soul to seek
That God of which he speaks.

Through my life, he weaves the story
Of God’s unending glory.
His goodness binds our family;
Eternal are we.