Oh, little girl, from a far away land.
Right from the start from the Father's hand,
He fashioned your frame in ways so grand,
And loves you in ways you don't understand.
And though we've yet to hold your tiny frame,
You've captured our hearts & we long to call your name.
We thank God for you, a gift so sweet and pure,
And pray for you, to know His Son for sure.
And as you grow, may you always know
The Lord is there wherever you go.
We promise to love you thro' all your days and hours,
But never forget, His love is far greater than ours.
Our Father's Son, He freely gave
And all who believe, He surely will save.
Oh, little girl, we're all adopted at so great a price,
But as God's little girl, you're adopted twice.
Paul W. Smith
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3 comments:
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. Thanks for posting it.
Maxine
Lori, So beautiful and true. Dianne
Hello,
I was just wondering if the poet in question, Paul Smith, might have lived in Canada in the 1960's...
just a thought
Have a nice day
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