Some would say I look like my Daddy|
But that's too much for me to know,
For He is just so big and strong
Can't see how like him I'd grow
But, oh I love him so
'Cause he's my Daddy friend,
When I hear him at the door
That's when it can begin.
I pull him to his chair
And scramble on his knee,
Then look in all his pockets
To see what's there for me.
He blows raspberries on my cheek
To make me giggle so with glee,
Then he lifts me on his shoulders
To take us for our tea.
Every girl should have a Daddy
To make her world secure,
But there's lots of darling cherubs
Only loneliness endure.
For some Daddys walk away
Or are so busy at their toil,
Overwhelmed with the cares of life
To love a little girl.
But, God's watching from above
With eyes so full of love,
He sees her as His treasured pearl
Forever safe as Daddys girl.
Soft Whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems
© 2004 used with permission
He tends His flock like a shepherd
He gathers the lambs in His arms,
and carries them close to His heart:
He gently leads those that have young