Daddy's Shoulders
(For Rachel)

Riding high on Daddy's shoulders,
I know I won't fall.
Hiking through our native country,
Daddy walks so tall.

Holding tight to Daddy's forehead,
Not a care have I,
Though the ground is far below, and
I am in the sky.

Oh, how I love Daddy's shoulders;
They're so broad and strong.
When my daddy holds me tightly,
Nothing can go wrong.

Father, bless the orphaned children;
Lift them up, I pray.
If they have to walk alone, they'll
Stumble all the way.

Tina Rae Collins

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