A Precious GIFT
A child is born, what joy has filled our hearts,
Grave is the task, and feeble are the starts,
God-given GIFT, for music and the arts.
God’s guidance ever, God’s guidance ever.
No one can know the weight one bears each day,
No words can comfort, even what they say,
GRIEF like her breath, it never goes away.
Grief is forever, Grief is forever.
There is a ray of hope that I have found,
Firm was her faith, and solid as the ground,
Her memories cherish, hear the trumpet sound.
To God the GLORY, To God the GLORY.
- Jerrold Lloyd Nichols, 2017
Meter: 10 10 10 10 and alleluia