The Father's Ballerina

My little ballerina,
She dances through the skies,
As she reaches into Heaven,
I can see 'ME'in her eyes.
Her face alights My Glory,
Her thoughts of only Me,
She doesn't know she's won My Heart,
As she worships gracefully.


Adorned in gold and silver,
Her eyes of liquid blue,
They tell me what I've always known,
Her heart to Me is true.
My precious ballerina,
She dances through the air,
My words of life enrich her heart,
She doesn't have a care.
Her soul delights in music,
That sets the spirit free,
My tiny ballerina,
She dances, just like me!

Copyright� December 13th, 1999, 'Otter Creations'




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