If I could create for the Father above, what would I create, wind swept love?
Billowing seas of compassion so dear, comfort unspeakable held so near.
If I could create for the Father I love, a prayer of thanks on the wings of a dove.
To be there when in His hands it lights, to see His smile His joy at great heights.
If I could create for the Father my Lord, my heart so grateful to Him out poured.
Nothing to hide as a child so free, into His lap is where I would be.
If I could create for the Father who cares, it'd be a cloak to boast of His wares.
Proud as a child who's Father stands tall, marching and smiling bowing and all…
If I could create for the Father who smiles, glorious beauty that stretches for miles.
I'd paint a creation; it'd make Him proud, wonderful heights and rivers so loud.
If I could create for the Father my joy, I would create for Him a wonderful boy…
Me a boy a child so dear, one that would always be with out fear…
A boy that would always honor His name, a boy who would never play at a game,
A boy that would make proud the Father and yet, a boy never sad or angry I bet.
I love my Father in Heaven and still, I feel so far away needing to fill,
Needing to fill my heart with His joy and needing His love for this little boy.
I love you my Father in Heaven…