Oh, my little angel

You are the flesh and blood of my flesh and my blood.

It was God who breathed life into you

and, for me, that was His greatest gift of all.

And now as I watch you sleeping

I'm still lost in wonder at the miracle of your birth, and lost for words to describe the blessings you have brought me.



Where once my life seemed sometimes empty and futile,

now you fill me up and give me reason to live.

In a world full of suspicion, dishonesty and distrust

You, my little angel, are an open book.

When I am weak you give me strength;

when I am drifting, you are my anchor.



Yesterday I found you weeping over a broken doll and I wanted to cry as I held you in my arms.



And when the day comes that I find you weeping over a broken heart I know I'll want to die,

but I'll still be here to comfort you.



Oh, my little angel, Whate'er befalls you in the years ahead may the Lord above, who gave you to me, hold you in the hollow of His hand.