Father of my fathers, divine, You make the blood within me shine. The beating of my heart You keep, You hold my soul, awake or sleep. In Your faithful hand I live, And all I am, to You I give. You shaped her form with holy grace, A gentle soul, a radiant face. I praise You, Lord, for who she is, A heart that honors You in bliss. I love her with my deepest part, With all my joy and aching heart. If only I could near her stay, Through every night and every day. But faith in me is still so small, A flicker, yet I give it all. To You, almighty Lord above, I lift my hope, my prayer, my love. You know the longing that I bear, The silent wish to always care. Does she know, or feel it too? My heart is Yours, and hers anew. I thank You for the love You send, Even when it breaks or bends. And should she ever wound my soul, Still You remain my highest goal. I’ll praise You through the joy and pain, For love that rises once again. You plant it deep, You make it grow, In every high, in every low. And if our paths should drift apart, Still guide her life, protect her heart. Be near to her in every way, And bless her steps from day to day. Though I may not be by her side, Let her in Your great love abide.