In her Father’s arms

The waves crashed
The thunder roared
Unabashed the lightning seared the sky
The billows soaring
Wind writhing

This was a wonderful time
For the little girl in her Father’s arms
As He held her close
His voice gently speaking to her

That day they had seen the sun rise and set,
Built castles and sought the treasures of the deep
They danced and walked, laughing
As they explored the tide

As He held her in the storm
His eyes sparkled as He talked
And told her of the beauty around her
Her knowing all the while His delight was in her.