Y o u ’ v e . D o n e . W e l l

I was afraid.
Afraid that the door will be closed.
Afraid that He will not know me.

Now, that the fear has disappear,
the space for fear has been replaced by hope.
A hope for love.
A hope for a touch.

I have longed for a touch.
Not just any touch, but a touch of a father.
Not that I've never been touched by my father,
but I want something more.

The touch I want to feel is powerful.
It can replace my sadness with happiness.
Replace my fear with strength.
It can pull me up when I'm down.
It can make me smile no matter what I'm facing.
It can dry my tears away.
It can make me calm and safe
and most importanly, it can make me feel peaceful.

That is the touch I longed for.

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Ever since I was growing up, I always did something wrong.
Deep down, I feel so diappointed
although I'd never really show it
but I felt guilty
and useless.

That's why I needed the touch. His touch.

I've always asked myself. Did I do well?
Did I do well in my studies?
Did I do well in my relationships?
Did I do well in serving the Lord?
Was I useful enough?

That's why I hoped for the Father to touch me.
I hope for Him to make me feel secure.
Help me feel that I've made him proud.

I always hope that when I knock at the door of heaven,
and God answers the door,
I will be able to ask Him,
did I do well?

And with a smile, He will look at me.
His eyes showing tenderness and proudness.
Then, He will put His hand on my head
like a Father patting His daughter's head
and say,

You've done well, my child

Assureness will feel my heart and soul
and I can smile with ease,
knowing that I have made my Father proud.