God's Sweet Dove
When thunder clashes and lightning streams,
My young daughter sees ghostly images in her dreams,
Of things she fears,
Or things she lost.
Things beyond that foggy frost.
But when she wakes,
I'm sure she prays,
Of a life to be,
That's full of God's grace.
She's so beautiful and full of life,
Strong as her mother,
Caring as her father above.
But most of all she is God's sweet dove.
Dedicated to my daughter Shannon!!
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