Providing her supplies,
With proud and misty eyes,
Her Daddy, evermore.
Life's ship bears her away;
A distant role to play.
Yes, Daughter still, but more.
Her song will grow and change,
Sweet chords, they rearrange.
And though the heartstrings strain,
We know this is ordained.
Of this, we can be sure.
Though ne'er the same again,
This is Love's plan. Amen.
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