He is taken up
In my loving arms
Healed and dedicated to God.
He is fed
And fed lots more
All the weekend long.
He is held
And sung to and rocked
Until he knows the plan.
He knows now
To cry and fuss
Until his needs are met.
He holds on to my face
When we must part
And we sing our song to God.
He learned
To say our little prayer
And now he knows he's blessed.
He says the prayer
All the time so no one can forget.
The baby cries – Thank you God.
Alleluia and Amen!
Dedicated to David Kirby Jr.
God loves and cherishes you, as do I.
Love, - Aunt Susan - |
