Verse 1
Lord, my hands are tired, my back’s against the wall,
I’ve stumbled down some broken roads, I’ve watched my giants fall.
The rent is due on Friday, the lights are hanging on,
But these babies need their daddy, so I keep pressing on.
I ain’t always had the answers, Lord knows I’ve made mistakes,
I’ve cried where nobody saw me, carrying more than I could take.
But every morning by Your mercy, You put strength back in these bones,
And somehow through the struggle, You remind me I’m not alone.
Chorus
This is for the fathers praying,
For the fathers holding on.
For the fathers working in the darkness,
Trying to bring their children home.
When the burden feels too heavy,
And the mountain seems too high,
God sees every tear that’s fallen,
Every sleepless night you’ve cried.
Oh, keep on walking, brother,
Don’t you dare give up today.
Because the seeds you’re planting now
Will bloom somewhere along the way.
Verse 2
Some are fighting battles hidden,
Some are fighting bottles too.
Some are trying to mend the pieces
Of a life they once knew.
Some are raising little angels
With empty pockets and worn-out shoes,
But Heaven ain’t counting dollars,
It’s counting the love you choose.
And every hug, every sacrifice,
Every game, every late-night talk,
Every lesson, every prayer whispered,
Is another mile on that walk.
Chorus
This is for the fathers praying,
For the fathers holding on.
For the fathers carrying crosses
They’ve been dragging far too long.
When nobody says they love you,
When nobody sees your pain,
The God who hung the stars in Heaven
Knows every drop of rain.
Bridge (big gospel choir enters)
Can I get an Amen for the fathers?
Can I get a Hallelujah for the men?
Who keep getting back up after falling,
Who keep trying again and again.
For every dad who’s lost his way,
For every dad who’s standing strong,
Grace is bigger than your failures,
And God’s been with you all along.
Final Chorus
This is for the fathers praying,
For the fathers trying still.
For the fathers climbing mountains
With faith enough to climb one hill.
One day those children will remember,
Not the money, not the things,
But the man who stayed beside them,
And the love his heart would bring.
Outro (slow, soulful)
So if you’re tired, keep believing…
If you’re hurting, keep the faith…
And if you’re wondering if it matters…
Brother…
It does.
It always does.
Amen. 🙏🏽🎶✝️
MikeyJ
