Bedside prayer
There's not a sound, there's not a sigh
as I tiptoe down the hall.
I open your door and see you
lying there so small.
Your lips are slightly parted;
Your breathing is soft sighs.
Your lashes make a heavy fringe
beneath your sleeping eyes.
I brush your soft hair from your face.
You stir beneath my touch.
And then I pray that you will know
that you are loved so much.
My prayers were answered on the day
you came into this world.
God took a big of Daddy and me
and formed this precious girl.
His hands will always hold you
and He will be your guide.
I pray that you will always seek
to walk right by His side.
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