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The Missing Daughter |
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A long time ago, |
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A story I was told. |
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It was about a missing daughter, |
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And she wasn't very old. |
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Many nights I would listen |
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To the sadness and she cried. |
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Like others she had secrets, |
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But about you she never lied. |
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On the outside she seemed happy, |
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Masquerading her inner strife. |
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Though she always believed |
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Someday you would be in her life. |
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At times she acted different, |
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Always being the same way. |
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Then I finally realized |
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It was around your birthday. |
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Then something happened, |
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As plain as you could see. |
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Not only were you a part of her, |
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You'd become a part of me. |
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Then I understood |
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How she had always felt. |
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And down on our knees |
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In prayer we knelt. |
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Finally our prayers were answered, |
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But not through a single word. |
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He had His own way of listening, |
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Through our hearts He had heard. |
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No longer the missing daughter, |
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For you had been found. |
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Now life is complete, |
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A family forever bound. |
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After being reunited with your mother |
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this picture was made the first time I saw |
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you. Your younger sister was working on |
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on a riverboat and we went there because |
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you had never been. |
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I doubt if at that time, or maybe even |
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now you realize how much that night |
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meant to me. The first thing I thought |
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when I saw you was how much you |
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looked like a picture I had seen of |
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your grandmother when she was |
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younger. Then as the night went on |
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and we spent more time together reality |
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set in I knew in my heart you were no |
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longer the missing daughter. You had |
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become the daughter found. |
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