Daddy’s Daughter.

She cries out, “Daddy, daddy!”

But Daddy wasn’t there to protect her from the monsters in the closet.

He wasn’t there when she needed a neck to hug,

When she felt so alone.

She was only 5 at the time.

She didn’t understand that daddy was away at work;

That he would be back in a days.

But now at 16 she comes home to find daddy not there again.

She doesn’t know why mom’s crying at the kitchen table,

Or why grandma and grandpa are crying with her.

She cries out, “Daddy, daddy!”

But daddy’s not there, and this time, he’s not coming back.

She runs to his room to find a bloodstained bed stripped of sheets.

She collapses on the floor sobbing in agonizing despair.

You see, he couldn’t provide for his family anymore.

He lost his job and lost his hope.

He was living in torment

and even his smiling beautiful daughter wasn’t enough to take the pain away.

But now daddy’s daughter lives in torment.

Why would he do that? Didn’t he care?

And I know some of you have asked these same questions;

Have faced these same realities.

And some of you haven’t even met your dearest dad.

But I’m here to tell you there’s still a Daddy out there for you.

He’s been protecting you and loving you since even before your grandparents met.

There’s still a Daddy who cares.

There’s still a Daddy who’s there,

Who hasn’t checked out and who won’t even let that though cross His mind.

Oh, I’ve heard about this Daddy before.

And I’m not buying it!

You don’t know where I’ve been.

You don’t know what I’ve seen.

If there was truly a Daddy in Heaven who loved me,

Who cared, why would He let this life happened to me?

Honey, I don’t know where you’ve been.

I don’t know what you’ve seen.

And I know I’ll never be able to fully understand.

But I know my Daddy in heaven let His Son die so I could meet Him one day.

I know that my Daddy proved His matchless love by allowing the world to kill His Son to make a way for you and me.

This is the purpose behind what I do;

To show you that there’s still a Daddy who’s looking out for you.


The Well.

My heart is a well,

The depths is my soul.

My spirit is flowing water.

My God is the rock beneath me,

my foundation, my filter.

He purifies my waters and makes them clean.

In proper seasons and perfect times he overflows me;

But in proper seasons and perfect times he allows my well to dry.

I am forced to dig deeper into the rock.

And the deeper I dig, the more saturated I find the rock to be.

I dig, I burrow until I can go no farther, and I dig more.

And suddenly living water renews the dryness;

Bursting from the rock beneath me.

And filling my well to the brim.

Shaken together, pressed down and running over.