Little Miracle
Sick and frail we
pray she be well.
Alot of pain she
not complain. We
cradle,carress her
know we love her so.
Lay my head on my
pillow with sorrow
and tears.
A saint came to me
in prayer, with overwhelming
feeling and delight.
Our little baby girl
is now grown with
children of her own
pray she be well.
Alot of pain she
not complain. We
cradle,carress her
know we love her so.
Lay my head on my
pillow with sorrow
and tears.
A saint came to me
in prayer, with overwhelming
feeling and delight.
Our little baby girl
is now grown with
children of her own
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