Little eyes,
spectating my face
as I look back into those
that tell a story of His grace
Little cheeks,
blemished from youth
kissing them blindly,
I see His truth.
Little hands,
barely able to squeeze mine,
hold my heart with such strength
loving the One that’s so divine.
Little boy,
that lays silently on my chest
I’ll hold you now...
until He puts my arms to rest.
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