She took some time, but showed on time,
Spending with God some extra time,
Well to be groomed, and well endowed,
To meet the world when she is allowed.
It’s a girl! what a masterpiece, a miracle,
She arrived to ascend to heights, her pinnacle,
And she, dismounting from Mamas big horse,
Her eyes so sparkling, and a voice with force.
Long sought for, long waited for,
She enters our open hearts door,
Falling in hands so gently hugging,
And in hearts so warmly loving.
So loud she cried, and cried and cried,
And to calm her storm Mom and Dad tried,
Her infant voice, doors and windows, shattering,
And birds nearby from their nests, scattering.
Pops hits the brakes seemingly troubled,
What is it Akua, Why are you troubled?
But with more crying she tries to explain,
With more cries she strives to maintain.
Cool Down Pops, I know no words yet,
When I am due in season and I am let,
My cry is just show off, my voice with reason,
For his word in song, I will deliver in season.
Many times, in life we tend to find,
That his gifting’s to us tend to rest behind,
The things that can often at times distress us,
As they tend to shroud the light before us.
And as I gaze this day at her bewildered,
To many, his songs by her are delivered,
And doors and windows of hell are shattering,
That cry, her voice, to him, his saints are gathering.
2020 Dedicated to a wonderful lady singer in our church choir.
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