I am God's little girl,
No matter what anyone can say.
He has walked with me,
Holding my hand, day by day.
He has held me when I cried,
For just no reason, or truly in pain.
Forever young, in His eyes,
His little girl, I remain.
I sang and danced for Him,
I was little, He was proud.
And as I grew up, His soft voice,
Quieted me, while others were loud.
They drain and draw the life,
You are no longer whole,
It takes God, your Father,
To restore your soul.
I am still His little girl,
I can run to Him in prayer.
I live my life, My Father to please,
And He loves me, the God who always sees.
Rebecca Jones
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