The man who was the first besides my father to kiss my forehead,
To tell me he loved me and sit beside me like he belonged there,
To break my heart in fragments with miserable finality-

Today, he became the boy who actively sought
To bring me to my knees, ribbing me just where he knew the raw scar to be-
One that he wrought and seemed so sickeningly proud of.

Today, he became the coward who picked a fight
With the hope I finally found in a new love.

Today, he became the selfish child
Who believed he had some kind of claim on me.

But oh, how wrong he is.
My heart was never really his.
Because I trusted it to the only man who is worthy of it,
my Father in the world I will call mine after this one.

I know that His plan included this pain.
I'm thankful that He was there to ease some of it,
Hold me as a writhed with it,
And help me to my feet when I won my battle with it.

The scar tissue from this boy's mistakes
Showed me the fierceness of my own two feet
And taught me that people change,
Just not the way you want them to.

So go ahead, boy.
Try to rain on my parade.
Talk down to me. Sneer at new love.
Tell him that no one could ever want me.

Because your words are just that.
Words. Words of a boy. Words of a coward.
But not words of the man I loved.
Not the weapons you think they are.

So you're going to walk away.
Because we're going to wave you goodbye for good,
And say God Bless.

So he's going to wonder why you ever let me go.
Because tonight I'm going to dance
With my bright soul and my own two incredible feet
Alongside a real man who wants to win my heart the right way-
By seeking it of my Father.

So I'm going to find happiness, love, and joy
Without you. I hope, with him.
But whoever it will be,
He will love me, and he will love God, and we will be right.

Because my dance has always been with Lord,
And know that He will let the right man cut in.
Now if you'll excuse me,
It's time for me to dance.