She crawled up into Daddy’s lap
And snuggled close as he sang songs
About far away places and things made from dreams
Bringing a smile and tickling her because she knew
She was Daddy’s girl
He told her stories of fairies, and princesses, and other silly stuff
But she listened closely to tales of David and Daniel and Jesus
As he held her near
Imparting wisdom early to
Daddy’s girl
He walked beside her holding her bike
When the training wheels were off
For someday he knew she would fly
To places he had never seen
Daddy’s girl
Now she climbs into Father’s lap
And snuggles just as close
And sings songs not even angels can sing
As she has visions of the throne
She is Father’s girl
Daddy etched his love into his girl
A diamond beautiful and bright
Father etched His heart into His girl
And set her soul to flight
Daddy’s girl
Father’s delight
December 13, 2011
So sweet! Yes, I love the thought of sitting on Father’s lap, my head on His chest so I can hear His heartbeat. He comforts me. He says, “There, there…it will be all right. I’ll take care of you.”