Kristen, you laugh and we laugh.
You smile so very carefree
Knit where God and parents craft
A thing of beauty.
What do those bright eyes contain?
That tiny head so full of life.
Faces, feelings, flow through a brain
Yet unexposed to grief and strife.
The sparrows are precious unto Him
How much more it is with you.
Yet faith and love dance on a limb
Of hope to see you walk in truth.
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Poem for a now grown niece written when she was born.
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