She’s my ‘lil angel sent from above
My precious ‘lil bundle of love
But when I looked at her hands and feet
And realized just how much she needed me…
Responsibility gripped me with fear.
I loved her, love her still
But the enemy snuck in
With what’s classified:
Postpartum Syndrome
(It’s not faked or imagined
by women to receive attention)
No. It was real!
A sense of despair was all I could feel!
But isn’t it funny?!
Now I miss those ten ‘lil fingers and ten ‘lil toes
Cause they don’t cling to me as much anymo’
I miss those ten ‘lil fingers and ten ‘lil toes
Cause oh! How those fingers and toes have grown
My precious ‘lil child is now taller than me
God has blessed her intelligent ‘lil mind
With great dig ideas…
And isn’t it funny?!
What the enemy may use to destroy you,
God uses to build your character;
For where there was depression
God’s restored my joy and laughter.
Thank God for my child!