I have always thought myself strange, the odd one out.
While other girls were “daddy’s girls”, a father I had not.
And when dances were danced with daddy’s, and sparkles in their eyes.
I sat back and wished for this dance, and hid behind a steel disguise.
When I heard of daddy’s kisses, hugs, and smiles,
I wished I had this privilege, if only for a while.
I wished and wished, but never saw my wishes come true.
I sat alone to dream, the daddy I always knew.
A father’s love is unmistakable and portrayed for all to see.
But the greatest love I’ve come to find, was always here for me.
The dance I thought I never had, I’ve been gliding to all along.
A princess is my title, as we sway to the daddy song.
I wear the crown upon my head, I feel his hands in mine.
I know He wipes my tears away, authority divine.
I see I am not strange, or odd, or out.
“I am adopted by the King,” and this I shout!
Proud of who I am, I never stand alone.
Always He is here with me, while upon his daddy throne.
And when you think you have no daddy, no father to guide your way.
Not only do you have a daddy, but a King in every way!
Lisa @ Authentic Truths 