She is so innocent, so fragile and so frail.
She is so loveable and adorable I wish you could tell.
She is pure, even being born in a word of sin.
She is pure, because God dwells within.
After nine long months of trying to make it in this world, she finally made it isn't she a precious little girl.
Now it's not a shock but it's definitely a shame.
That she sits on the bridge of sanity in a world that so insane.
Not yet introduced to life's hard aches life's pressures life's pain.
But she's as sweet as can be, she might be made out of sugercane.
And there she sits with an angel by her side.
to be her protector, her counselor, her life long guide.
Mom and Dad, well of course we tried, but satan came to devour, he seduced, he lied.
OHHHH but this little one he was unable to touch.
Because God sent down three angels He loved her just that much.
She is someones vision, someones future, someones life.
She is evangelist , someones prophetess, someones wife.
Please, if you ever see her fall victim to the night.
Lead her back to The Way, The Truth, The Light.
She is beautiful in her own special way.
She is the highlighted hughes through the night filled clouds at the dawning of day.
She is a cool summer breeze that gently rest upon my face.
She is a beaken of hope a jar full of grace.
She is time standing still but yet she has no time to waste.
For her clock is ticking at a rapid steady pace.
You see, she is purpose and she is proof.
That there is a Divine God that I can cling on to.
God gave her the moon so she could see in the dark.
Just like He gave her the sun, the earth and the stars.
Just like he gave Noah that life saving Ark.
He gave her a carousel in the middle of Grant Park.
But this has got to be the most important part.
SHE IS WHAT SHE IS .....NOT BECAUSE SHE'S MINE BUT BECAUSE SHE'S HIS