In October 2004, a friend shared some childhood stories with me. I felt the same sick feeling that I felt when I read the terrible email about Leah (see the Drug Addiction page.) I sat on the couch and told my friend that I thought she'd be getting a song.
My friend's dad, who was a music minister as a young father, fondled her, but her younger sister "got everything."
DADDY'S GIRL
(Click here to play this song.)
There was a time I was Daddy's girl
Those days would fade away
Little sister became his favorite
And I hate to say not in a good way
No reaching out
No being heard
Mom would say, "Don't say a word."
What a lonely place in this universe
Can I make a change, help to break this curse?
Oh...
Please, please God, find Your children when they don't know to pray
Fill their hearts with Your promise...
There will be a sweeter day
I wanted love
But not that kind
Father of lies can rob you blind (John 8:44)
Yes, the plans were drawn
Blueprints for my harm
But with God's strength let my voice sound the alarm!
Please, please God, find Your children when they don't know to pray
Fill their hearts with Your promise
There will be a sweeter day
There will be a sweeter day
Copyright PAu3-024-491/01-27-06/From The Heart (collective work)
Genesis 50:20
You intended to harm me, but God intended it for good to accomplish what is now being done, the saving of many lives.
This song is also an intercessory prayer for many young children who don't even know to pray... they are too young to understand that they are being abused by the very people in which God entrusted them.
I eventually shared the words of this song with a special spiritual friend at work. She brought the paper back to me with these words attached:
| This is beautiful - although difficult. I suffered the same fate by my dad's hands - except there was no little sister - just me. But God is faithful, good, and true, and the words of this song will truly minister. Love ya! |
Eventually, another of my coworkers said that it happened to her and her sisters, too, from their father. Their father would say that he taught his daughters about finances and everything else in life; he felt he should be the one to teach them about sex, too.
| My coworker's favorite office photo. When she accepted a new job, I sent her this photo explaining that we were all dying in the office without her... |
Yet another new friend at college listened to the song and said that her uncle and grandfather molested her and her sisters. She told me that her grandfather would lay her on her back by the window and tell her to look out at the sheep. I wrote this poem for this friend:
COUNTING SHEEP
Close your eyes and relax….
Breath slowly…
One…. Two…. Three…
Gentle, fluffy sheep, one by one, lulling you to sleep…
You to sleep.
You.
Anyone in the world other than me.
Just not me.
I remember him laying me on my back.
Not even five years old, and my grandfather would lay me on my back to satisfy himself.
He would say, “Just look out the window and look at the sheep.”
That was a long, long time ago, but even today when I see sheep, I cringe.
I hate that I know the wolf so well.
My friend from college had been a Christian for just a short time and has forgiven her perpetrators. I have truly never seen anything like her. She's preparing her heart to send you a message of encouragement for this website. Get ready to be blessed!
Luke 18:16
But Jesus called the children to him and said, "Let the little children come to Me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these."
Credits
THANK YOU K.C., V.O., A.W., K.R.!!! You are SO brave!
You, too, K.M. I love, love, love my special gift from you, too!
Daddy's Girl: Recorded by Jerry Alexander.
