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Princess, with Dirty Feet

Grew up a poor impoverished girl
“Mama, what will we eat?”
She heated water on the stove to warm her bath
To wash her little dirty feet

I experienced life, a latchkey kid
It was just myself and Mom
She had to work to pay the bills
Alone there was no calm

“Will we have electricity?”
“Will the water be turned off?’
Can we afford to pay the telephone bill?”
Pay for syrup for a cough?

I knew how the “others” lived
I had a few more wealthy friends
I’d sometimes spend the night with them
I’d come home and pretend

I’d dress up in my Mamas dress
Scuff the floors up with her shoes
I’d dream I was a princess
That I had fancy things to use

I’d sit there at my table
Tea party with cracked dishes just for me
I’d dream about a noble prince
And how he’d sweep me off of my feet

My Daddy never was around
To show to me His love
“If, I were a princess, I knew, my father the King
would give that love

“He’d buy for me a pretty pony.
He’d built me a fine house upon a hill
He’d buy me dolls and fancy things
We’d never miss a bill.”

My Mom, she did her very best
She made sure I had food to eat
My Mama did the best she could,
So lovingly warming water to wash my dirty feet

But what I truly needed
Was not riches of this land
And I never really knew it
Until He took my hand.

It was more than I’d imagined
As He swept me off my dirty feet
He rides a strong and noble horse
And dances with me right in the streets.

He makes me unafraid to laugh
For Him I sing out loud
He whispers to me gently
That I’ve made my King, Father proud

We dance upon the cool night air
We dance within the rain
He’s opened up my heart to live
He’s taken all my pain

He sometimes sings sweet words of love
Sometimes he picks me up
He twirls me in his big strong arms
Overflowing is my cup

He is a true romantic
He gave His life for mine
He’d do anything to protect me
His love is just divine

I now have felt the love of man
But this is so much more
With Him I feel true inner peace
As we walk along the shore

He’s building me a mansion
Now on the crystal shores
He’s filled it with fine fancy things
His love has been so poured

I sometimes think back on that girl
Her little dirty feet
I remember how we had so little
He’s how we made ends meet

I see there was a big mistake
Mistaken Identity
You see that poor impoverished girl
Was actually royalty

She’d one day meet her noble Prince
He’d sweep her off her feet
She’d grow to know her true King Daddy
He’d give her inner peace

I still don’t have a fancy house
Don’t drive a fancy car
I don’t entertain at Royal Balls
I don’t even wish on stars

I put my faith in my one true thing
This Prince who set me free
My Prince, His name is Jesus
Prince of Peace, Died For ME
He’s King of Kings!!!!



Christie Cole 2007

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