His Little Girl
I move your golden tendrils out of your sleeping eyes,
And a whirlwind of emotion takes me by surprise.
I pause and kneel beside your bed as I try to guess your dreams
Your small frame curled tightly; your look peaceful and serene.
I inhale slowly, then exhale as though I feel the weight.
This little life depends on me and the choices that I make.
Then just as tears begin to well and my heart begins to race,
I close my eyes, bow my head, and take my rightful place.
For every night, my precious one, I surrender my control
To One who loves you even more than we could ever know.
He knit your inmost being with a perfect plan in mind,
Lovingly creating you with a purposeful design.
So I ask for Him to lead me as I raise His little girl
And hold my hand as I hold yours to guide you through this world.
I pray that at a tender age, you learn to call Him "Lord"
And trust in Him, your Source of Strength, when life seems cold and hard.
I ask Him to reveal Himself in the choices that you make
As you hunger for His righteousness and always seek His face.
And on those days your way seems dark, I pray your soul is well
Because you hold to the assurance that His promises won't fail.
I beg your days of serving Him are fruitful and are many,
That you fulfill your heart's desires, and His blessings number plenty.
I begin to feel the peace He brings and know in you He finds delight.
I wrap my arms around you and kiss your head goodnight.
And as my weight is lifted by the One who holds the world,
I thank Him that He's given me this chance to hold His little girl.