I still see the milk dribble on your chin,and smell the cheerios in your breath.
In my lap you are ready to play
as you giggle and you laugh.
Tickle spider me mama,
you say - as you stick out your tongue.
You make that silly noise,
then your off... you run.
You hold such joy in your heart,
and express unhindered delight.
You ask for miricales
and you talk of light.
At only the age of four.
You ask questions of the deep.
Wisdom in your tiny bones.
And dreaming dreams in your sleep.
I am fascinated by the words that you say.
healing women and seven at three.
I'm so thankful I get to listen
And hear of the things you see...
Run my child play,
Burst bubbles in the air.
Sing and dance twirl and spin.
Catch bugs with bows in hair.
We'll dance through this earth
and on heaven's soil
You can paint my house.
Without tears without toil.
Were gonna be great friends.
We are going to play
Everywhere we go
all the people they will say.
Where did that child come from?
What in the world is going on?
Can't you contain her?
And I'll say... No - not for long.
She's a beauty all her own.
God made her special and full of life.
She'll run this race her own way.
And in the very end the bride of Christ.
