Bless her on her 9th birthday,
show her your beautiful way,
and with you, may she ever-stay,
for you are her sunshine ray!
May she hunger and thirst,
even when she feels she’s at her worst,
for your righteousness, being well-versed,
as the enemy wants her joy to burst.
Holy Spirit surround her with light,
strengthen her and show her how to fight,
for all that is true and right,
through every single day and night.
Thank you for the Truth that you feed her,
daily, action, you stir,
as there’s so much to endure,
you’re her healer and you know every cure.
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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““Whoever receives one of these little children in My name receives Me; and whoever receives Me, receives not Me but Him who sent Me.”” Mark 9:37 You’re the best Dad she could ever ever have. ❤️
Your poem....not only honors her birthday but also reflects the enduring strength of your bond. Thank you for sharing such an intimate and uplifting moment, reminding me of the power of love and prayer..