Papa Loves the Children
Papa loves the children, for they are His own...
Red, brown, yellow, black, and white
are the colors of His throne.
Papa loves the children, each and every one.
They are precious in His sight,
with Him they'll never be alone.
We see some running, laughing, teasing,
content while they're at play.
While others watch in desperation,
not knowing if they'll eat today.
But, Papa loves His children.
He's counted every hair.
If he sees every swallow that falls to earth,
don't you know He's a God who cares.
While some are tucked in cozy beds
with kisses for the night.
Still others cry themselves to sleep
without a hope in sight.
So be God's hands extended,
and reach out to His children.
Reach out with love,
Reach out with hope,
letting them know you care.
Papa loves His children for now and evermore.
We're His hands for blessing their lives
with all the love He has in store,
So be God's hands extended,
and reach out to His children
Reach out with love.
Reach out with hope,
letting them know you care.