People often tell me
How amazing it must be
To be the daughter of a King
I nod when I agree
But to me
You will always be
My Daddy.
People often ask me
How I talk to You
Creator of the Universe
And though I know it’s true
To me
You will always be
My Daddy.
People often wonder
If I fear Your powerful hand
If they’ve not felt your tender touch
Then they can’t understand
That to me
You will always be
My Daddy.
People sometimes question
How I can hear Your voice
That still, small call within my heart
As if I had a choice
‘Cuz to me
You will always be
My Daddy.
I don’t disclaim Your majesty
I can’t deny You’re King
You’re Prince of Peace, Almighty God
And You’re my everything.
Still, to me
You will always be
My Daddy…
Romans 8:15 – The Spirit you received does not make you slaves, so that you live in fear again; rather, the Spirit you received brought about your adoption to sonship. And by him we cry, “Abba (Daddy, Papa), Father.”
1 Corinthians 8:6 – Yet for us there is one God, the Father, from whom are all things and for whom we exist, and one Lord, Jesus Christ, through whom are all things and through whom we exist.
