Happy, joyful, playful and sad;

Angry, resentful, perfectionistic, too. 
All these things made up my dad. 
Complicated, loving, and full of truth. 
 

I found myself haunted, afraid

I'd never be able to get it right 

So, I rebelled in angry disdain,

Rather than choose to fight the good fight. 

I wanted to be daddy's girl

Behave the way he wanted. 
Lost and trapped in my own world

I remained separate, haunted. 
 

As time went by I came to know

The savior, wonderful counselor

He'd met all those years ago. 
He loved daddy so much more. 

 

He showed me all daddy's pain

And heartaches that compelled

The choices he had made

That left me an empty shell. 
 

He showed me all my own mistakes

Brought on by my condition

Which prompted me to shift my take

On him and his position. 
 

I'm thankful for His mercy

That granted me the time

To see daddy's hidden treasure

And be grateful he was mine. 
 

He showed me, too, his specialty

In the heart of daddy's world. 

And now I know what I longed to be

I'm daddy's cherished little girl.