A Song for My Annie

I was really blessed by a song yesterday and I thought the lyrics below really suited my Annie, so I sang it to her. I think she was blessed by it too.

All You Are, by Michael Card

Where did you get those eyes so blue?
They're from the sky that you passed through
Where did you get that little tear?
Did you find that it was waiting for you here?

And what about your little nose?
He knew you need it for the rose.
And as for your soft curly ear
He knew there would be songs for you to hear

For all you are and all you'll be
For everything you mean to me
Though I don't understand
I know you're from the Father's hand

How can it be that you are you?
He thought you up and so you grew
Because your mine, it must be true
He was also thinking of me, too

For all you are and all you'll be
For everything you mean to me
Though I don't understand
I know you're from the Father's hand

For all you are and all you'll be
For everything you mean to me
Though I don't understand
I know you're from the Father's hand
The Father's hand...

A Poem for Moms and Dads

Let me guide a little child, dear Lord
I do not ask that Thou should give me some high work of Thine
Some noble calling or some wondrous task
Give me a little hand to hold in mine

Give me a little child to point the way
Over the strange, sweet path that leads to Thee
Give me a little voice to teach to pray
Give me two shining eyes Thy face to see

The only crown I ask dear Lord to wear is this
That I may teach a little child
I do not ask that I may ever stand among the wise, the worthy, or the great
I only ask that softly, hand in hand, the child and I may enter the gate

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