My Son
How beautiful are you.
I forgot the meaning of joy until I saw you smile.
In your eyes the very Creator’s spark glows bright.
Making my heart weep with joy upon your birth this night.
My pride is a brittle twig.
Compared to my desire to protect and love you.
My soul is an overflowing chalice.
Filled with a desire to guide you from all hurt and malice.
In passion and desire your body was formed.
In the heart of omnipotence your soul was born.
With a purpose unique you are in every way.
Tiles of guidance and strength, I will lay.
Eternal Gratitude I extol to the Creator above.
Giving me an opportunity to fill your life with love.
After this world has been received back into the eternal
Son.
I will even then cherish the gift you are my beautiful son.
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