Oh, little child
you are so fair.
Kneeling beside you
as you say your prayer,
are Angels above you,
always there.
Listening to your precious,
sincere little prayers.
Always so eager to pray
to “Him” above.
You always remember
your mommy, with love
You bless her by always
remembering to say,
Oh, please bless mommy
and her music, I pray.
Bless her and help her
to touch those with love,
those who are searching
for infinite love.
There will they find it
through music from above
come to my mommy,
with all of thy love.
Angels, I feel you,
sent from above
Oh, how I love you
with infinite love.
Copyright ©2009 Dianne Meldrum
