Little Child of Mine
Little child of mine
Woven from Gods sensualist vine
Lochs of silken soft curls
I give thanks because you're my little girl
You were sent special from Heaven above
Arrived to me on the wings of a dove
Each day I watched you grow and grow
Never forgetting to kiss your fingers and toes
Skin so soft tan and pure
Loved your kisses that you had smeared
Bedtime stories I did tell you
Had stopped my heart from feeling blue
Wish I'd had never given you up
Was noble and had filled your Father's empty cup
You will always be in my heart
Being away just rips me apart
As you become a young lady soon
I hope your heart will still have some room
So little child of mine
I hope you'll remember me next time
For I did not want it ever this way
As the Lord now hears me cry each day
Tribute To
My Little Angel
Jenny Rose
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