Grace

Daughter spring, rise, awake Raise your sleepy head Touch the world of angels wings Sew a golden thread In your wake lies not a trace "Grace" we call you, dear Yet I have found your precious walk Your light has drawn me here Sweetest daughter of the light May I hold your hand How I cherish such pure eyes Your hair --the golden sand Take me back to sweeter days Dearest little girl Teach me how to dance as you I love to watch you twirl Rest your eyes now, lay your head Upon my beating chest Listen to its loving strength I will give you rest