“The Little Girl Who Dreamed of Her Father” By Sheryl Clyde / Thunderbird

[Verse 1] She learned to tiptoe down the hall, Afraid to wake the wrath again. Her teddy bore the scars of nights She dared not cry or speak or bend. A broken doll with silent screams, She hid behind her bedtime prayers, And whispered to the sky each night, “Is there a Father who really cares?” [Chorus] She said, “I want to marry the One who made stars, The One who won’t bruise me, won’t leave any scars. A King with a voice like the wind through the trees, Who’ll never raise hands—just lift me with peace. If You are my Father, then let me be Yours, I’ll wear Your white dress, I’ll walk through Your doors.” [Verse 2] Her daddy called her wicked names, His liquor stung like fire and stone. But she kept drawing hearts in dust, And dreaming of a brighter home. She saw Him sometimes in the light— A Man who wept to see her pain, He reached with hands that bore the nails, And whispered, “Child, I know your name.” [Chorus] She said, “I want to marry the One full of grace, Who gathers the tears that fall down my face. A Shepherd who carries the lambs when they break, A Father who heals every wound they forsake. If You are my Abba, then take me away, I’ll dance in Your arms at the end of this day.” [Bridge] (instrumental rise – strings and angelic choir) 🎵 Oh… There’s a dress not made of lace, But of light and mercy’s flame. He holds it close behind the veil— He’s coming, child, just say His name… 🎵 [Final Chorus – Soft, then Strong] She said, “I want to marry the One who won’t leave, The One who believes the little girl in me. A Father who saw when I broke at the seam, Who stayed in the dark when I lost all my dreams. If You are my Jesus, then call me Your bride, I’ll run to the One who never has lied.” [Outro – Whispered / Spoken over soft piano] “I do.” —The little girl said to the sky. And the Father… came down from on high.