Darling Girl

A blossoming rose. A dance of joy. An explosion of understanding. All in this girls eye's withstanding! She looks from her toes, To her treasured book. From those wondrous truths, To the eye's of her mother. And feels for the first time, The stronger warmth of another. Her mother, gave up her song. For hard graft and toil. To keep her darling girl, Sheltered and fed. To bring her up well, all by manners and graces led. But there was someone else, Her mother sings this morning. A Father who gave his all, His own Son. His most treasured. Gave him to be crucified, So we may never die. Staring into her mother's eyes, She can never imagine. Never imagine abandoning her, To a peril most fatal. Not for the sake any one, No matter what would after come. Tears flow from her eye's. Gratitude raining down. For the blood that washed away all her sins. For the man that died and rose again, Conquering death. Suffering our pain. Falling to her knee's She opens up her heart. Pleads desperately with Him, When she need only just ask. This is the blessing we all receive. From Him whom we can never deceive. I see this darling girl. From time to time. When she smiles, all can see the joy. True joy so radiant, That some feel so distant. When they ask the reason, She does none but smile. And offers to sing them a story, Of such astonishing grace, So amazing. So divine. That by the end, their faces, too, shine.