Father On - Russ Taff

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