Give me strength O Lord,
To fulfil each dream -
Of those little expectant eyes ...
That look at me.
The eyes, I wish would never fill with tears.
I would strive hard to see to that.
Every effort would be made -
To make that little face smile.
The face, which makes me smile each morning...
As I look at her -
Sleeping peacefully in my embrace,
her tiny hand resting on my waist.
The one, who gives me a feeling of completeness,
gives a meaning to my life -
For all that is and all that can be.
Give me strength O Lord,
To be a mother to her, who knows me as one.
She might have belonged to someone else,
Conceived in another womb -
From someone else's seed.
But she is mine to hold now,
Mine to care and love.
Because every morning and every night -
I see myself in her eyes...
The sparkling gems that make me -
The richest woman in the world.
Yes, she is mine to hold,
To care and love.
So, give me strength O Lord,
To hold her and, love her as my own -
With much confidence, pride, and faith -
That I can be good mother to her and
She would someday proudly say -
"I am hers - to hold, care and love ...
And she is mine!"
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