My Daddy is so good to me.
When I crawl into his arms they feel as sturdy as a giant sycamore tree.
When He looks at me there is softness in His eyes as if I’m the most beautiful thing He’s ever seen.
His artwork can’t be held in a million galleries and no other can compare.
His canvas is bigger than the earth and sky.
His craftsmanship is intricate and thought out.
My daddy is strong too.
His power and might can change the course of a hurricane or any storm.
He never leaves my side He is always there.
I do not fear because He is near.
My daddy has a smell that lingers in my nose, sweet honey and sunlight that reminds me of home, a place I have never been but will someday go.
My daddy knows my voice well and he hears me when I call to Him.
He meets my every need and His gifts are always flowing.
Sometimes I sing to Him and He sings back.
It’s a beautiful sound, unlike any symphony I’ve ever heard.
When He speaks light pierces from His mouth and all the darkness in a room disappears. There’s so much to Him that I’m still trying to figure out.
It’s like He’s a whole ocean of water and all I’ll ever know is a bucket full.
And that’s just fine by me.
