She will know.

She squeals with delight.

She touches my heart.

She brings what is pure into what is not.

She is an angel, unbeknownst to her and all.

She has come to save me.

So, I may save her for what she will be called to be.

A daughter of Christ…

A deliverer of mercy…

A warrior like no other…

For she, like me, is sealed by the blood.

Of the One she cannot see now.

But will.

Maybe, I’ll be gone.

And shell remember our song.

 And say…” Grandpa did take me there.”

To the place where He dwells.

Inside our hearts.

Where the day will come…

For an angel to start.

To do the work she was born to do.

Love herself, love God and love them to.

So, that seeds will grow in barren hearts.

To one day bloom....and the bright colors of peace

will radiate and grow.

By the tears of the Lord and His spiritual sunshine over all...

That He loves so.

And she now knows as she reads this poem…

Babygirl, I loved and love you so.

Save them honey...they need you...they need Him.