Daughter

I, like many daughters before me,
have messed up and run away
I, like many daughters before me,
have hid from You my face
I, like many daughters before me,
felt my composure fade
I, like many daughters before me,
cried from my disgrace

Would You take it? Take it?
Take
it
from me?
There are blinders in my eyes and I need to see!
Would You say it? Say it?
Say
it
to me?
Let me hear Your gentle voice. For me there is no other choice.
Lord, I need to hear You say... "My daughter it's okay".

I, like many daughters before me,
focused on vain things
I, like many daughters before me,
just wanted love... from anyone
I, like many daughters before me,
fell apart at the seams
I, like many daughters before me,
am ashamed of what I've become


Would you take from me? Take it?
Take
it
from me?
There are blinders in my eyes and I need to see!
Would you say it to me? Say it?
Say
it
to me?
Let me hear Your gentle voice. For me there is no other choice.
Lord, I need to hear You say... "My daughter it's okay".