His Heart

I wrote this for our 15-year-old daughter, who strives with all her heart and courage to be the girl God wants her to be. She is dedicated to that promise, but that doesn't mean life isn't hard sometimes as she wonders if someday her prince will come. These are the words I imagine he might whisper to her heart, might even now be whispering to Heaven each night while the moonlight dances across her face.

His Heart

Each morning with its new sunrise,

My young heart softly speaks your name

In a prayer-like seeking some would call

Some kind of silly children’s game.

Though it’s anything but childish

As you echo gently in my mind;

I know you’re out there somewhere

Like a precious gem for me to find.

I don’t have to know your name to know

You were created just for me,

So for now I’ll just keep waiting

For the treasure I know you to be.

I’m sure no one around can grasp

What only our Creator knows:

You are being fashioned for me,

My divinely formed and perfect rose.

The fear that someone else will come

And turn your eye and take your hand

And pluck my rose before she blooms

Is nearly more than I can stand.

I want to rush to claim you now,

But I know rushing in is wrong;

For now I know that I must trust

That God will keep you safe and strong.

I know it’s hard, my love, but please…

Our season will yet come to be.

I promise you the tears you’ve shed

Will all be worth it—wait and see.

Each moment that goes by will bring

Us closer to the day we’ll meet;

It’s hard to even dream such joy

Or guess how quickly hearts can beat.

I’m praying that somehow you know

I’m waiting for you patiently,

And I hold to the unspoken promise

You’ll keep waiting there for me.