My Child
One day the glorious Lord above
Gave me a gift to surely love.
The gift molded and changed its form
It went through sunshine
It went through storm.
It made me happy, it made me sad
But most of all it was the best I've had
This gift was not the material few
This Gift from God my Dear is YOU !
Copyright © Virginia Gelok | Year Posted 2021
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