I remember Him when I was small.
Me so scrawny, Him, so tall.
Since I can only reach His knee
Iíll wait for Him to pick up Me
so I can hug His neck..
I knew that He could do no wrong.
He is My daddy soft and strong.
And should a lion come silently
He will surely rescue me
so I will hug His neck.
Such silly games with me heíd play.
Iím caught in His bear-trap every day.
Tickle me this, tickle me that,
then turn into a pussycat
so I can hug His neck
Heíd sing a song about a funny tree.
a bird -
with- a - feather
on -a- wing
on- a -flea
it grows in- a -hole- in- the- ground.
There wasnít much money, but I wasnít aware
'cause Heíd bring me surprises with the pennies to spare.
I love that tree-
I was so very proud of all He could do.
I want forever to dance on His shoes.
I burst with joy at belonging to Him.
But suddenly, I grew from limb to limb ...right out of that
Iíll play no more childish games
I wish to be pretty with movie-star fame.
Thereís not much else I seem to do well
so Iíll dream of the stage where I will excel.
At twelve, I was not pretty at all, certain for sure that no boy would call.
Iíll wait for the days when I will have dates
and Iíll never, ever come in late ...
So He will be proud of me.
My world at fifteen became Myself.
Iíll put Him neatly up on a shelf
and since now I know all
there is to know
I wonít need Him to help Me grow ...
He canít tell Me a Thing.
Four long years I just wouldnít see.
I donít know Him and
He doesnít know ME.
I want My life to be My own way
It doesnít matter,
He has no right to say ...
I wonít let Him tell Me a Thing.
And then one day I realized.
This world isnít quite real
through just My own eyes.
Iíll take Him neatly down from the shelf.
Iíll go to Him, alone by Myself ...
Iíll ask Him to tell Me a Thing.
Though He didnít know, I heard all He would say and I sifted, sorted, made decisions that way. I know they werenít all He hoped they would be.
Iíll make them the best I can ... for Me.
Iím glad that He told me a Thing.
The day finally came, My dress was white. Through the darkened church flooded candlelight.
He stands just as tall as He has all my life,
but, oh, His hands tremble when he
whispers to Me that Iíll be a fine wife and
He is so proud of Me.
He gave Me away. Iíll always remember how I looked back at him when we left that September; and though I knew all was good and right ... I secretly shed some tears that night.
I miss that
Nineteen years I lived in His home. Today I live in a home of My own.
The seeds He gave Me ... in My children Iíve sown. Theyíre watered,
When Fatherís Day comes each year, I sit by my window wishing Him near.
Sometimes the Child still cries at night but Daddyís not there to turn on the light
and I wish I could hug His neck.
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