My Father God, in Heaven great,
We remembrance keep
Of fathers You have given us;
Today, though, many weep.
Countless tears right now are shed
For fathers in the grave.
Some the dirt atop still fresh
When life this week upgave.
Others in mind of fathers whom
Abandoned years ago.
Children who are missing them;
Their longing won’t let go.
Some have fathers who have failed
And brought unmeasured pain.
But their children love them still,
And love is ne’er in vain.
Then I think of men whose child
Left the fold of sheep.
These fathers’ hearts afflicted yet;
With prayer, they vigil keep.
What about the man who wants
To loving father be,
And share his overflowing heart
With one upon his knee?
Fatherhood has broken been
And touched on earth by curse;
But God His work continues still;
All will in time reverse.
On this day of joy and pain,
Hope is not all lost.
God in heaven holds the tears
Of those in suffering tossed.
Saints who ache for father love
Have One who fills their cup;
A Father faithful, kind and wise,
With love that won’t give up.
My Father God, in Heaven great,
Who His children keep
Hold tightly those today who mourn,
For Lord, so many weep.
