~ An Hour With You~
little girl, our sweet dainty rosebud,
Was ever lacy and frilly,
But Heaven's flower loved playing in mud,
And laughing ever so silly.
A beautiful loving spirit from God,
And His handmaiden by request,
She's our delightful joy without facade,
So given to us, Oh we're blest.
She's our little girl but Heaven's flower,
First she e'er belongs to our Lord,
She does His Will by budding a shower,
Caring for those of God's adored.
Our precious little rosebud has always,
Loved Jesus and prayed for others,
She'll talk to the Lord as long as her days,
And meet the needs of another's.
She's a loving heart for any baby,
And animals of every kind,
Now that she's a full bloomed flower maybe,
Her God given husband she'll find.
Our little rosebud is Heaven's flower,
Since the moment God breathed life through,
Loving, gentle, and kind each hour,
Our sweet daughter's our love too.
August 7, 2004
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