​our father Patricia Taxxon

Tonight, my father is coming home
As he does, when I’m troubled or hurt
He knows only softness, and peace
And it’s softness he shall serve

I know, our father is coming home
As he does, when the feeling is strong
He’s the bearer of Jesus and me
I know he won’t be long

When will father be coming home?
I’ve been good. If I hadn’t, he’d say
Paws together, down on my knees
In silence I shall wait

When will father be coming home?
When will father be coming home?
Where is father?
Someone’s in here
Someone’s coming

Where am I?