My Precious, Precious Child

My Precious, Precious Child You are my precious, precious child; Though it seems like I abandoned you, You know in your heart of hearts, It is not My style. I’ve stood at a distance, And I’ve watched you struggle; I’ve heard the lies of the accuser Bombard you day and night. And yet, my precious, precious child, You stood your ground. You never gave up in calling unto Me From whence you know your help is found. You’ve gladdened this Father’s Heart, More than you will ever know; Even though you can’t grasp it, Believe it because I say it is so! And now, my precious, precious child, It’s time for a reprieve from the war you’ve fought; So take My Hand, come with Me, Let Me show you what they faithfulness has bought. Take My Hand, my precious, precious child, Come with Me, let’s stroll in the garden, The garden of Love that they tears have watered, Come with Me, my precious, precious daughter. © Shammah