Daughter of Jesus

Winter wishes,
Breathing from earth,
Hopeful dreams meant to come true,
If only she knew Jesus sees her,
Making dark skies blue,
Turning her heart too,

She cries when no one's,
There to hear her,
Lifts her hands to God above,
Praying for His healing power,
Radiant showers of love,
To never let go of,

There is a dream,
She's holding onto,
And on this winter eve she aks,
That God above would bid it come true,
And the pain would pass,
Soul left to dream at last,

The Father listens,
To her pleading,
Holds her hand and dries her tears,
Listens to her heart so beating,
Broken through the years,
If she could know He's near,

Then maybe hope would,
Finally meet her,
There among her crumbling world,
And she would feel the,
Hands of the Father,
Calming His little girl,
His precious baby girl.