Her lips were pursed just like a bow, her eyes had such a healthy glow.
The instant that I touched her hand, I knew one day she'd understand.
I didn't make her heart beat,her blood was not my own.
I didn't give her life so sweet, I didn't make her bone.

She came to me already made, one cold December day.
Her hazel eyes and soft brown hair were meant to be that way.
Her body wasn't perfect, but God would see to that.
It didn't matter anyway, I wouldn't give her back.

Her lashes lay so softly curled upon her rosy cheeks.
One day she'd know a mother's love and oh the price was steep.
It wasn't paid in dollars, it wasn't paid in cents.
It was paid in love from up above and a bill was never sent.

God sent an angel to me, He said, "she's yours to keep.
I know she'll need a mom and dad to hold her tendlerly.
Some days she'll make you happy, some days she'll make you blue.
But every day will be a day to tell her "I love you."
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