daddy,
i’m sorry.
i’m sorry that i doubt.
i’m sorry i rush ahead making plans
and that i don’t trust
you know best.
i’m sorry for my fickle heart.
for my flame that wavers in the darkness.
i’m sorry i didn’t move quickly in obedience
when you asked me to tonight.
you know best.
you always do.
and yet you love me.
yet you trust me.
yet you give me another task,
you trust me with another life.
thank you for your words tonight.
for once again saying
trust me, baby girl. trust me.
you never get angry.
you never give up.
you just pick me up and
take my hand and
we set off down the road again.
seventy times seven
and all the more have i let you down,
yet you’re never let down.
i’m so undeserving,
yet you love me.
you say i’m worth it.
you call me daughter.
you guide me gently in truth.
you build up my faith.
when i feel ready to give up,
or that i’m not enough,
you say no.
no, i’m not finished with you yet.
i’ve trusted you.
you are enough.
you know who you are.
go be it.
