Father On

I hear you have a soft spot
For fools and little children
And I’m glad
'Cause I’ve been both of those
I smy fist up toward the sky
And at most of those who love me
A frightened angry boy
In grown-up clothes
But a father’s eye
Can always see right through
And a father’s heart
Can tell when tears are true
Now I’m standing on this road
Your hand has brought me to
Your faithful love will lead me
Farther on
Life sure has its choices
You left those choices to me
And I’m glad
But sometimes I feel caught
It’s hard to know which bridge to cross
And which bridge I should be burning
I long to learn
But I’m so slow at being taught