He settles me onto his lap. He listens to me sing, comforts me while I cry. Holds me while I sleep. Whispers to me through the pain, ” It’s alright sweet my baby. Papa is here. I’m here.”
Lord, hold me – I hurt.
O let me feel thee near me! The world is ever near; I see the sights that dazzle, the tempting sounds I hear; my foes are ever near me, around me and within; but Jesus, draw thou nearer, and shield my soul from sin.