Sometimes her wings are hidden
By little outstretched arms that care
At times you can't see her halo
Yet you know it's always there

Her angel's gown of brilliant white
Is shielded from mine eyes
Yet this heart and soul confess
An angel in disguise

Her soft, serene little spirit
Makes even cherubs cry
As they rejoice, and laugh and sing
For a spirit, that will never die

In stature, so petite and small
How could one, exude such love
Unless the Father, and the Son
Sent her from above