Upon the night sky
the angels did weep
as forgiveness shone down
and lit the world afire.
Precious words spoken
a wall unbroken
to pierce through pain and sorrow
an olive branch was born.
Joy of my soul
treasure of my heart
she comes bearing honesty
with careful kisses and steps.
I draw her in my arms
open and unjudging
loving as ever I could
gentle as a lamb I walk.
My prayers now answered
I take not for granted
this gift the angels hand me
in quiet wonder I abide.
She is my miracle of joys
my proudest moment
all that I asked for and more
I will love her forever.
Jun 22, 2013
Jun 22, 2013 at 10:41 AM UTC
Upon the night sky
the angels did weep
as forgiveness shone down
and lit the world afire.
Precious words spoken
a wall unbroken
to pierce through pain and sorrow
an olive branch was born.
Joy of my soul
treasure of my heart
she comes bearing honesty
with careful kisses and steps.
I draw her in my arms
open and unjudging
loving as ever I could
gentle as a lamb I walk.
My prayers now answered
I take not for granted
this gift the angels hand me
in quiet wonder I abide.
She is my miracle of joys
my proudest moment
all that I asked for and more
I will love her forever.
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