My niece

My niece, with innocent eyes,
Grabs my Bible from the shelf,
Her tiny hands tracing the words,
Soaking in every story it tells.

She flips through the pages,
Lost in the tales of old,
As she whispers the verses,
Her spirit pure as gold.

Her love for my Bible,
Fills my heart with joy,
For in her fascination,
I see the love of God's employ.

She may not understand it all,
But her thirst for its wisdom shines,
And I pray that her faith will grow,
Like a blooming vine.

So I'll keep sharing my Bible,
With my dear niece so sweet,
Hoping that its words will guide her,
And make her life complete.

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As years pass and she grows,

With questions that will arise,

I’ll be there beside her,

With love and patient eyes.



We’ll read the stories together,

Of faith, of strength, of grace,

I’ll watch her learn and wonder,

In each tale, God’s embrace.



Through trials she may encounter,

And moments of delight,

I’ll remind her of His promise,

In both darkness and in light.



Her heart will hold the verses,

Etched deeply in her soul,

A foundation firm and steady,

To keep her spirit whole.



So I pray with gentle fervor,

For wisdom as she grows,

That God’s Word will be her compass,

Wherever life’s wind blows.

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