'and a Miracle Was Born'
They lost a priceless baby at birth,
o my, how much we all did mourn-
still accepting God’s planned worth,
beloved lil’ Johnny was finally born;
(no more pain - no longer torn) forgot the times they were forlorn.
Now he is four and a delight,
a true miracle for sure is he-
when him and his baby sister fight
he always says sorry immediately;
a kind soul to the topmost degree – that treasured boy Johnny.
Starting preschool was fun,
he learned the ABC’s super quick-
at times when chores are to be done,
he’s naughty, pretending to be sick;
a silly child with the same ol’ trick (so mischievously slick!)
Respectful and raised in virtue.
Always listening to what matters-
tarries around singing “Only You”;
for his daddy loves “The Platters”.
With a little girl at school he flatters, then he embarrassingly scatters.
Soon he shall turn the age of five,
such a very long life to live yet-
our family is grateful he was born alive,
that lovely morn in May we shan’t forget.
They have not one single regret - we shall always be in God’s debt.
Date - October 31, 2019
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