Instructions
It is you, Lord, to which I pray,
On this lonely, sleepless night.
You see my little girl is with you,
And I need you to hold her tight.
Lord, I really don’t understand,
Why she had to go be with you.
She is only three years old,
But I’m gonna put faith in what you do.
I have some instructions for you,
Yes, I know you see everything.
But I need to tell you what to do,
Somehow I have to stay sane.
You see she can’t sleep,
Unless you give her a little milk.
She likes it lukewarm,
And please rock her upon first sip.
And God she has a cowlick,
So part her hair to the right.
I can’t believe I can’t touch her hair,
Those curls were such a sight.
One more thing Lord,
Flutter you eyelashes with butterfly kisses.
And when she blows out four candles,
Please fulfill her birthday wishes.
Now Lord I will be going,
You know I called her “little angel of mine.”
Now she really is one,
Please kiss her wings tonight at bedtime.
Copyright © Kristin Bailey | Year Posted 2007
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