Ava Elise

Ava Elise She came to us in the middle of the night, I noticed the moonless sky had turned very bright. Don’t ask why or ask me to explain, I only know before, there was darkness and rain. She seemed so radiant as I held her that day, Looking at her tiny face, I silently began to pray. “Lord, bless this little baby I hold in my hands, Fill her life with love, according to your plans.” “Father, bless her parents as they guide her through life, Give them the wisdom to take away all her strife. Lord, we remember when you were away in a manger, We know you were surrounded with encompassing danger.” “I ask the father to guide her on a similar trip, Gird her up tight, Lord; please don’t allow her to slip. For her Mom and Dad I also ask for your love, Send down tons of it, from your mansion up above.” © Lynn B. Glover I wrote this poem to honor the birth of my granddaughter, she is now 4 years old and is smarter than I am. How do I know? She recently told me so. I love her dearly.