I was my daddy’s little girl,
His very own million to one.
He called me special and held my hand,
He seemed so brave and strong.
I wasn’t “daddy’s girl” for long,
But became the Father’s child.
A child of His heart,
A girl of His dreams.
I was envisioned in times unseen.
He has protected me through thick and thin,
His arms are open if I run to Him
The greatest father, He is to me,
The image of Him who I want to be.
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