Daddy do they know?

they sit on your lap
they run to and fro
they giggle with joy
Daddy, do they know?

they play in the sun
they sing as they go
they see with eyes that wonder
Daddy, do they know?

they think things are big
they'll stand on your toe
they eat dirt and sand
Daddy, do they know?

they will soon grow up
they won't stay at home
one day they'll have jobs
Daddy, do they know?

you love them so much
your all you'd bestow
you gave so much up
Daddy, do they know?

your proud their your children
you watch as they grow
you teach them of Jesus
Daddy, do they know?

did you tell them you love them?
did you bring yourself low?
to show them your love for Jesus,
Daddy, do they know?

one day they will die,
before God's throne they will go,
may God not condemn them
may they never say "Daddy, we didn't know"

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Body Image (1)

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