Wishing I was forever loving you,
to hold her close to my chest, and
hearken to the cries your teary eyes,
or touch your tiny toes or teach you
things that God taught me.
I’d guide your future to a straight arrow,
just as Christ disciple’s grow in wisdom,
and grace. And hear your voice say Daddy
again and again. What joy floods my soul to
see you smile and laugh as a contented child.
Just as the Autumn winds gently blows softly
across your face caressing blushing cheeks.
Or tease playfully to my only child.
Or give a soft tender pat on the back or
sway your body to hush those weeping cries.
Baby, I long to cuddle you in my arms.
but until the threshold into eternity
I wait to acknowledge your presence,
like a splash of water in the morning wake.
Praying peace calmingly surrounds you as
Saints dance around His Throne while they clap
their hands like lilies in the field praise their Maker’s
Hands, that made us for the glory of our Savior.