Baby - Dear

She is....a little bit woman,
In her blankets snoring.
I quietly peek above the hem,
Because I am...adoring.

I look upon her sleeping face,
As I say a little prayer.
"O God...let life be good to her",
And take her in thy care.

Her perfect little body,
Hold thou...up high her chin.
Let not those evil imaginings,
Dare to creep there-in.

Make her happy in her strife,
Give her lots of fun.
Cause that she may ever have,
Health and strength to run.

May her way be a choice way,
That she may heaven adorn.
Make her glad for merits achieved,
And for the chance of being born.


E.P. 1908 - 1989