A child

A blessing from me

In all its incomplete innocence

Cries for the world

When it has no choice but to enter it.

Still cherished by imperfect beings

Not surprised to grow up by ordinary means

Someday hoping to fulfill

Their own field of dreams

But I am there for you

Every minute of every day

Listening and taking to heart, every word you say.

For you are, and always will be

A child of Mine

I have placed worthy guardians over you 

To dearly love and hold you

As if you are my own 

You are the essence of my being

Made in my own image

As an unforsaken 

Child of mine