That’s the Kind of Father He Is

To think that God is raising me to be
Perfect in His eyes
I have to wonder why would He want me
Who has so far to go?
Who seems to grow so slow?
What does He see in me?

For I'm the kind of child
A prodigal who tends to wander
I know too well how easily I stray
I'm just thankful
That a soul who's lost and fallen
Is the kind of child He raises
But that's the kind of Father He is

Oh, He looks inside and I know what He sees
But still I know I'm loved
He say's I'm enough, He's there for me
I'm accepted as I am, I'm always in His hands
But it's so hard to believe

For I'm the kind of child
That needs a steady hand to guide me
For many times I've stumbled on the way
I'm just thankful
That a soul who's lost and fallen
Is the kind of child He raises
But that's the kind of Father He is

O Father, I'm the kind of child
A prodigal who tends to wander
I know too well how easily I stray
Oh, and I'm the kind of child
Who needs a steady hand to guide me
For many times I've stumbled on the way, yeah
Oh, I'm just thankful
That a soul who's lost and fallen
Is the kind of child He raises
But that's the kind of Father
Oh, the loving kind of Father
That's the kind of Father He is