In the depths of night, a father dreams,
Of strength to carry life's heavy beams.
God whispers, querying his desire's scope,
"What strength do you seek?" in tender hope.

Father ponders, then softly replies,
"Strength to lift my children to the skies.
Not in muscles mighty or feats grand,
But in arms that cradle, gentle hand in hand."

For he wishes not for power untold,
But for love's embrace, tender and bold.
To hold his children, never to tire,
In strength of heart, his deepest desire.