You called me by name
You called me daughter
When I forgot your name
You remained My Father
You spoke wisdom and I noticed I was naked
You sent me Comfort, when I couldn’t make it
You used humour to bring me joy
You gave me hope; more hope than any boy.
You gave me faith that made me calm
You gave me a peace to brave the storm
You gave me encouragement to make lemonade
You gave Your Son; the light in my shade
You grabbed my hand and showed me Our dreams
Before I felt a dying thirst, you led me to your Your living stream.
When I spoke death, you spoke life
I’m waiting for your return Papa, for when you marry your bride.