Though I'm not her father
I'll always take care of her
with intercession and prayer
And though ‘am not a good singer
I will sing to soothe her.
Every day and every night
I will comfort her with genuine love
Pray to God to make her feel alright
I'll treat her like a precious dove,
honor her today and respect her endlessly.
I will serve her all my life
From now on today
'til her hair turns grey
I will cultivate her lavishly
Water her with God's words
And help her produce good fruits.
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