I was born someone else’s daughter.
I had a father,
don’t we all?
Though he mustn’t have known my birthday.
Because he never tried to call.
Doesn’t know what my laugh sounds like.
Or my dreams.
What a parental hand I was dealt
Tragic, so it seems.
But in my midst of a daddy-less life,
My wise, heavenly Father interceded.
He placed me in the strong, tender arms
of a redeemed construction worker
Whose warmth I very much needed.
I’m quick to love but slow to trust.
Could this joy be real?
Will he bring me harm when I break his laws or heart?
Will his affections he repeal ?
Will his dedication for me
and for my sanctification last throughout the night?
Or with the dawn will he move on
Another person that craves flight?
A more humble man,
You’ll never find
Dedicated to providing.
Looking constantly to the face of Christ
For his light to him be guiding.
A servant through and through.
He loves his bride ridiculously,
And for her anything will do.
Teaching patience, kindness, and intentionality
Via reprimand and laughter-he loved me as his own.
His calloused hands held my shaking ones
His steadfastness soaked into my bones.
in every step,
and every way.
A righteous man
A gift from God.
Whose love I can never repay.
My earthy papa
with joy-filled eyes
points me to my heavenly one.
And when I wear white
I’ll see in both men
How they look just like the Son.
I couldn’t ask for a better Dad.
What a means of grace I see!
If I’m uncertain of God’s goodness,
I just look at how much in you, he’s given me.
Apart from salvation
And the forgiveness of my iniquities,
Having you and mom as parents
Was the best thing to happen to me.
I’m thankful for your laughter
Your sensitive, teary soul
Though daughter I was not born to you
I’ve never held a truer role.
I love you Dad.