Aren’t You Proud Of Me?

Look daddy, no hands on the steering!!

My feet reach the pedals,

I’m shaky, but balanced on two wheels,

I can steer without scrapping my knee

Aren’t you proud?

Tell me, are you proud of me?

My hands reach for your Word every morning,

I’m shaky, but balanced on just your approval of me,

I can turn to you for help without falling into doubt

Aren’t you proud of your baby?

Tell me, you’re proud of me

Look Daddy, I have conquered fear by your grace!!