Father,
May she always sing your praises,
in the most lyrical, gentle, splendid, phrases.
Let her voice hit your ears like petals falling,
let her worship be unhindered and never withdrawing.
Place a sacred dance within her steps and feet,
so that you are pleased and honored, ever so sweet.
Put a new song in her heart's eye,
even one that causes those around to cry.
When life gets overwhelming,
then whisper to her when she rests and has her dwelling.
It is in you that she has her dwelling and safety,
send her forth into the world bravely.
Fear must leave in your mighty name that has the power,
fear must leave in your mighty name, so watch it cower.
Depression must leave in your mighty name, so see it recoil,
depression must leave in your mighty name, so no need to, over it, toil.
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. Aspiring licensed mental health counselor. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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