I Am Missing My Baby Girl
Everyday I awake to the softness of the sun rays, shining brightly through my window
panes, I wonder to myself as I wipe the sleep away, from my eyes, before I get on my
knees to pray. I bow my head and close my eyes, to speak the words that comes from my
hearts, forming into sentences that goes up toward the skies,
Lord hear me now for I am about to cry,
I am missing my baby girl,Lord I am so tired,
I am missing my baby girl, Lord help me I am feeling a little wired,
I am missing my baby girl, Lord my soul feels like it's on fire.
I feel her soul passing through these rooms, giving life to every flower as I watch them
bloom, I smell her scent past through these walls, like a fire leaving behind it's
fumes,I see her smiling as if she were in front of me, listening to me, clapping for me,
as I sing the blues.
I am missing my baby girl Lord, and I don't know what to do,
I am missing my baby girl, Lord I am so confused,
Heavenly father help me, clear my mind so I can just get through,
these terrible times as I lie hear listening to this priest read from the obituary at my
ten year old's funeral.
Lord I am missing my baby girl, oh Lord I need you
so please, please, hear my prays to help me make it through.
By N. McCoy
(To Maria, In Loving Memory of Markita Weaver)
RIP Baby Girl We Miss You
4/26/1993-1/23/2004
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