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My Birthday Girl
Today, my sweet child,
Fourth of June you turn twelve
Just like Sweet Jesus as a child
When he turned twelve
I pray that you grow like Him,
Growing in the favor of God and men
That you may be a vessel of goodwill.
Your mother said, "You were good in all things."
Today, I also spent twelve long years
Away from your little sight
Away even from my own sight.
You have grown in twelve years.
I believe that this is our year
Because such is, if God is in it,
I cannot forget that I alone am the source code
Of this beautiful "soul" that is you, my love
You are priceless to me, my dear girl
Know that you are a great priceless pearl
My pearl of great price
Is you, that's why, my child
I pray that God gives you wisdom
In spite of, to know the difference,
Between the spirit of truth and of error
There are still forces trying to put severance between us
But I pray even more for Grace
That you can endure through this with me
To hold on till the end of this rat-race
And to continue to bear with me
Thought I have no physical gift,
I write this timeless poem on your birthday
I greatly hope that you'll read it someday
Knowing that I love you is the greater gift.
Written by Childeric Maxy for
06/04/2012
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