Newborn grace

Little child, meek and mild, cherub form, sweetest smile. Small fingers, tiny toes, eyes wide in awe-filled glow, and one cute, button nose. Little child, meek and mild, bear onesie, matching mits. Oh my babe, tender kin, my sweet, angelic thing, with soft hands, velvet skin. Little child, meek and mild, so peacefully sleeping. Golden wisps of hair frame, such precious innocence, whom God has called by Name. Little child, meek and mild, what joy there is to come. Rest my child, my child rest. For soon you'll be grown, and shall leave my loving nest. 01.02.2024