Crosswind Music

Tucked him in just an hour ago
Said our prayers, good night
Sighed that sigh every parent knows
Another day gone by
Picked up his toys
Back on the shelf
Upstairs a boy softly sings to himself
That little toddler's got this daddy beat
A comfortable chair
Have a seat

For a while I let time just slip by
No one's needs to meet
Then I smile as this thought comes to mind
Think I'll watch him sleep
Creep up the stairs
Don't make a peep
He's lying there like an angle asleep
I stand and stare as my eyes fill with tears
Whispering words I know only God hears

(Chorus)
Nothing of mine
No dream of success
Means more to me than just being with you
And I've got my call
And my work to do
But my child there's no success worth failing you

Sometimes Jesus I feel torn apart
I've got my own dreams
Help me keep first things first in my heart
Give me eyes to see
That there's no work
No ministry
Worth more to you than my own family
And all of the good that I do makes no sense
If it is done at my children's expense

(Chorus twice)

Music & Lyrics By Bryan Sirchio

Crosswind Music, 1990.
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