I see my Father in me; expressive, full of splendor,
real, revolutionary; I am my Father's daughter.
How can I deny Your majesty, Your creation
without denying my own existence?
When you speak to me, it's peaceful, you always
have an answer, anxieties flee. Most knows
You for Your greatness, I know you as a
loving Father, I love you.
Like most daughters, I have a hard time
following directions, insist on having my way;
Your Sovereignty, Your forgiveness picks me up
when I stumble and fall, you know me.
Painless; painful lessons, thank you for having
patience as I learn how to love, fight, be confident.
Good news is, no need for me to perform or earn
Your love; it's stamped in gold.
An attentive Father, Provider, Protector,
mutual respect, an extraordinary relationship.
Heir with You, joint heir with Jesus, involved;
I love it when You say, 'I am proud of you.'
You have fearfully and wonderfully made me.
I am the apple of Your eye;
I am my Father's daughter;
there's nobody greater than You.
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