Dance of Life

The Gift Papa Gave me

Tap, tap; I think it's broken. 
And I just got it too.
All I did was touch it...
Is my touch bad?
I didn't mean to break it...
It was just so pretty...I wanted to hold it...
Papa made it special for me you see,
He put his own blood in it,
Took extra care to clean it and restore it, make it shine.
All the blackness and hurt, the pain and sickness
He made it go away and it shined
Brighter than any jewels I know.
He gave it to me,
When he adopted me as his little girl.
Said it was his love.
It reminded me of a diamond,
The brightness...
A reflection of him.
I loved his gift....I still love it...
But Papa...Papa I think I broke it...
Somewhere along the way
I dropped it and now
There's fragments missing,
It's dirty again but
Papa,
I know You can fix it again.
Look, Look!
Tap, tap, it's broken Papa!
"No it's not."
I messed up again!
My touch is bad!
I'm bad!
Papa I ruined Your special gift!
"No, You didn't."
Papa why can't I get anything right?!
I can't even hold Your special gift
Without breaking it!
"Don't say that."
But!
"Look child;" He takes it from me
And once more it shines,
"It's not broken, I didn't make it to break.
You made it a little battered but broken it isn't.
You're not a failure,
You are not bad.
Yeah you make the wrong decision and dropped this
But you're doing the right thing now
And coming to me."
Papa...can You fix it again?
"Child...how can You ask me that?
I can't fix what is already mended
But I will make it shine again
And this time...it will remain a reflection of my life."
Thank You Papa.
You are the best!
You forgiven me of my mistakes 
And will make it shine again.
You washed me with Your blood
Polished me off, took off the ugliness
And will polish me once more
And make me a reflection of Your light.
Tap, tap, I am not broken.
I fell and got battered
But You Papa-God,
You're going to fix me once more,
Clean me off once more
And make me stronger
Once more.
God, Father...Papa...
Thank You.