The Key

The Key

You hold the Key, the key that unlocks me.
You have the plans, you hold them in your hand.
I'm like a little girl, holding onto you,
as we approach a door, to a secret, unlocked garden.
Excitement brims in me, Father I am giddy!
You hold the key, so beautifully crafted, 
I gaze at its beauty & I see my name engraved.
"This is my Rebekah Key" he smiles.
I hold onto his hand, as he reaches for the door,
"What lies behind, show me whats in store?"

He holds the Key, the key that unlocks me.

He has the plans, he holds them in his hand.


Rebekah Knight