Michael w. smith/ beth nielsen chapman Whitney, I hope you know how much I love you. this song's for you. dad. From the first breath of her life She flew straight into my arms I used to catch her from the swings When she was five... And now she dances on the wind In a world as hard as stone She's so anxious to begin And ready to fly... And she walks with me And she talks with me And I hold her hand in mine I know she'll find her way Like the light of day Cause it's love that makes her strong Though I cannot stop the rain And I cannot turn the tide And I am sure there will be things That break her heart I can only let her know I am always on her side And even as I let her go I'll never be far And she walks with me And she talks with me In her eyes I see her truth Born of her fire and grace As she finds her place Cause it's love that makes her strong And she walks with me And she talks with me In my eyes she'll see my prayer As she turns each page Through this tender age It is love that makes her strong It's her love that makes her strong