Holier, or: Fragile

Your little face
Might just be proof for me of God’s good grace
You utterly bewitch me
Your fancies so enrich me
I want to be

Your Abba’chka…
How can I assure you
That there’s a God
Though I s’pose you do not need it
You naturally believe it…
Holier than me

My Dear Baby
I so fear when you’ll learn about “maybe”
The hurts you’ll know as onwards grow
For much of life is simply show

My Dear Baby
I don’t wanna say
He ain’t there for me

Every day
I watch you read and sing and learn and play
Your birth gave me such purpose
Of this I’m fully certain
That I’ve so changed

My love for you
It flows red hot and it is bursting through…
Wish I could protect you from painful disappointment
When He misses His appointment
But still I’ll be

Your Abba’chka…
How can I assure you
That there is a God
Though I s’pose you do not need it
You naturally believe it…
Holier than me

Your childish purity
I cannot see Whom your eyes see
But whenever you need me
That’s where I’ll be