A Small Girl

A small girl stood at the edge of heaven’s yard
And gazing, bright eyed, down on His creations
She turned to her father with few reservations
And asked with curiosity, “Will it be hard?”

He smiled down for this was far from the end.
My daughter you are strong, honest, and true
To you I have given, good parents who love you
And siblings who you’ll soon count as friends.

Along the narrow winding road you will learn
Who you are and where you came from
Great things from your talents will come
Seemingly impossible accomplishments you’ll earn

My dear and cherished daughter, I will miss you
You will find deeper sorrow than you have ever known
And even greater joy in the good seeds you have sown
In all of these times look to the heavens and remember me too.

The girl stood quietly, for words she did lack
And in the calming silence for a moment she basked
Then in the small voice of an angel she asked,
“What if I get lost, and I can’t make it back?”

Oh my young daughter, to me you are dear
Trust in me and all that you have learned and know
Listen to your heart and the way I will show
But mostly remember that I will ALWAYS be near

Though you will stumble and make a wrong turn
At times you’ll feel lost and stranded alone
Like there is no one else and you’re on your own
But my daughter I have faith in your safe return

Go my daughter, live your best and nothing less
Live the kind of life that will make you proud
With no regrets, rise above the crowd
And when you return my precious princess…

Return with a pure and honest soul that is clean
Return with the confidence to hold your head high
Return with enough simple faith to be able to fly
But most important my daughter, return to me a queen.