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Photography © by Joan Clifton Costner

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Brandy Candace Costner

She couldn’t be more perfect.
There’s a dimple in her chin!
Her lips are like a rosebud
And she’s got her Mama’s grin!

All the promise of the future’s there,
Within those big brown eyes,
And my heart is held in rapture -
As I listen to her sighs.

What is it about a baby
That enraptures every soul
And makes you feel unworthy,
While this tiny one you hold?

So perfect and so innocent,
Her slate is white as snow.
Oh, help me, Lord, to guide her right,
Remembering her soul.

I can’t express or understand
These blessings that are mine.
So unworthy, yet, no doubt,
I trace God’s hand divine.

What He has made, and trusted
To us, to guide each day -
Requires our leaning on Him,
As we walk along life’s way.

We will feed and clothe you;
Tiny girl, with Daddy’s nose.
We will love and guide you,
And cheer you as you grow.

But, steady burns the knowledge
This precious truth we hold,
God has trusted to our care
An everlasting soul!

"Train up a child in the way he should go:

and when he is old, he will not depart from it."

Pr. 22:6