Born into this world
much to soon.
Yet love and prayers
were on her side...
A baby born oh so
tiny and frail.
Fighting desperately
for her life...
Like a pin cushion
there she laid.
With needles and tubes
to help her survive...
Oh how she's so tiny
yet she is so brave.
She lives her life
one day at a time...
Little arms all black
and blue,
Yet she never does seem
to ever cry...
Tiny little feet all
bruised up too.
Oh the pain that she
must endure inside...
Down to the chapel
I must go to pray.
Oh dear God, Her life
depends all upon You...
When suddenly I heard
His tender whisper say.
"Fear not for every bud
has a chance to bloom."
