When a Flower Comes of Age

This is a tribute to my daughter from her mom and me.

 To A.N.S.,

Of the countless gifts from God above,

One so truly awesome

Is when we have the chance to see

A precious flower blossom.

Rising up to face the Son,

It will gracefully unfold,

Revealing what’s held deep inside,

Sheer beauty we behold.

A. N.S., it’s plain to see

You are a blooming flower,

Rising up beneath the Son

And growing by His power

In holiness, your purity

Is never compromised,

Plus truthfulness and honesty

Confirm He is your guide.

You’re thoughtful and considerate of

Your family’s many needs.

Through Sunday-School and mission trips,

You’ve watered holy seeds.

Trustworthy and self disciplined,

You’ve learned to work so well,

That in this life and with God’s help,

We know you will prevail.

Artistic and creative, you

So beautify your realm,

Though, not materialistically,

For God is at the helm.

You’re such a precious gift to us,

A blessing from the Father

For you are everything we’ve hoped

And prayed for in a daughter.

 

Love,

Mom & Dad