Playing Princess by Abigail Thompson

There she stood, twirling in her princess dress
Believing the fairy tales were true
Her little heart carried a cheerful song
For light was all she knew

When darkness fell she stood captivated
By the glimmering fireflies
The shadows were never a reason to fear
They were simply a vessel of light

She carefully twisted flowers
into her wind-blown hair
For she knew that flowers mattered
Though no one taught her to care

She made her brother play the prince
For every good story has one
She was the princess with a heart that longed
To be known, to be rescued, to be loved

Perhaps little girls know something
That the rest have long forgotten
That hearts were made to sing
Darkness never meant to frighten

Perhaps flowers have always mattered
and we forget because they die
That this broken beauty isn’t meaningless
Because Beauty is alive

And perhaps the Prince is really coming
To know, to love, to rescue
Maybe little girls play princess
Because the fairytales are true

Abigail Thompson is a student at Cedarville University studying Professional Writing and Women’s Ministry. She is passionate about words that point to her Savior and desires that her pen always be guided by his grace. You will often find Abigail on her front porch in the evenings, writing with her Bible open and her dog by her side. She loves sharing biblical femininity, contentment, and the kindness of God as he works in her life. Her prayer is that her words might spur others on in their pursuit of Christ.