December 98 Winning Religious Lyrics and Review

"Hug me!  Hug me!" the little girl cried,
As she tugged at her mother's skirt,
Arms reaching up for her mother's attention,
Crying and pleading and hurt.
So the mother turned away from her grown-up conversation
To lift the child up in her arms,
To wipe away the tears and give her her love,
Giving her a love so warm.

Chorus:

You've got to tug at God's skirt like your mother's,
Hold to God's hand like your Dad.
Trust in God's love as a little child,
For the wholeness that we've never had --
The wholeness and peace that we've never had.
 

"I don't want to go to bed!" the little boy said,
As he struck out and kicked at his dad.
"You know that you have to -- it's way past your bed-time,
Don't make your daddy mad!"
So father held son till all the rage had left him,
And the hot tears stopped running so free;
Then the boy fell asleep in his father's arms,
Trusting the love he could see.

Chorus:

The older we grow, the more we think we know,
As years are piled onto years.
We've forgotten to trust like a child in our hearts,
Replacing all that love with our fears.
And when we make mistakes or get into trouble,
We tremble at the debt that we owe,
And forget to tug at our loving mother's skirt,
Or take the hand of the father we know.

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Bob's lyrics are very well written and could almost pass for prose. The verses tie together nicely and relate well with the chorus. The story line is straightforward as it reminds us that we forget to be simple and honest like children. We would do well to remember it. And we would do well to emulate this style of writing.

Really good, Bob Clayton, please send more!