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Nine is Divine!

An angel came from heaven
And visited me here on earth.
"What kind of daughter," he asked,
"Would you like her to be at birth?"

"Please, just let her be healthy,"
I said, with a wavering voice.
"Let her be born with ease and peace;
Yes, that would be my choice."

So she was born and so began
The most miraculous time of my life
With her and my son together
They blessed both me and my wife.

The angel visited again
When my daughter was about three
Again he asked my desire, saying,
"How would you like her to be?"

"Please, let her be sweet," I pleaded
"Like every good daughter should be.
Let her light shine for our family
And for all the world to see."

So he took the light of the sun
And put it in her eyes
It's there for everyone to see
Where God's own glory lies.

"And now that she's eight,"
The angel spake again
On another visit, later on,
"Now how would you begin?"

"Please let her be wise," I said,
"Please let her make good choices.
Living above the darkened world,
Let her ignore evil voices."

So the angel looked up to heaven
And God's own Spirit came down
Resting lightly on her shoulder
So she'd never have to frown.

And now she's nine years old
The sweetest girl you'll know
She's strong and she's courageous
And in the Light she does grow.

I love you, Elise! Happy Birthday!

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