Deeper than the Shenandoah -
To: My Daddy
Life's sorrows pull us one way and then the other,
as a river of torrential and cold water,
leaving me on a smooth rock and you on the shore.
You are wading out, with a stick in your hand,
your eyes locked on mine, and when you reach me,
instead of joining me on the rock, you take my hand,
and pull me into the waters, into a giant hug of safety.
The waters continue to swirl and rage, but you hold me tight.
In God's grace we stand as though cold and fear do not touch us,
in your hugs and arms I find the safety that I know will be there,
as long as I call you - My Daddy.
As long as the Shenandoah flows and God is King ...
I'll love you to the moon and back and
all the stars in between ...
~ Jean Marie ~