On that day - the day thou wert born, flashed 'cross:
A seed had been sowed in the garden - a seed from Above,
Months ago been sowed to grow with HIS Grace,
Growing by HIS Grace to reach the Will of Heaven,
Their world shook with expectations-emotionally struggled,
He was on his way towards the newly- knit cradle,
The mother on the couch of pain wriggled,
The good Samaritan stood beside the cradle,
The clock, striking seven seconds to four, raised its silent alarm,
The babe, released from the womb, gave a mumbled cry,
And it was a cry like the nightingale's song,
Yea, she was born by HIS Grace.
These memories flash 'cross now to be painted in my verse 21 years after,
Yea, she's now entering 22.
The Lord is always beside her
And she is God's Gift.