I though of God's great love for me and I began to understand
When i looked at that child of mine grip my finger with her hand.
My beautiful daughter, my only child, my very flesh and bone,
My precious flowering rose, I would not give her to atone;
Not for my own sin or any other, much less my enemy.

I love her and would give my life in place of hers, my freedom to keep her free.
I've watched her grow and am so proud of the person that she is;
And pray even with me failing her, she knows that she is His.
In God's Son she's put her faith and with His Son does walk,
And thank my God that every day with His only Child will talk.

©1996 Michael S. Davis