Love Is
There you are little girl standing there,
So grown up and a mother yourself.
Holding your baby that looks like you,
Wondering what you are going to do?
Loving this child so much you cry.
Knowing she’s yours and you ask why.
Someone else can’t feel like you.
Now you know why they’re called the “blues”.
You look at her and see her smile,
You know God has blessed you with this child.
For love is such a precious thing
It makes your heart with laughter ring.
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