The Littlest Angel

The littlest angel in the heavenly choir

Solemnly plucked at her golden lyre

Wondering how she had come to be

When none were as misdirected as she.

The littlest angel with wings askew

Always late for whatever she’d do

Always lopsided or backwardly dressed

Her halo crooked, her gown poorly pressed.

The littlest angel in the heavenly choir

Dreamed of one day rising even higher

But knew that it could never ever be

For she sang her notes too often off key.

The littlest angel in the heavenly choir

Cried and cried as she strummed her lyre

But stopped in mid cord as a voice she heard

God had been listening to her every word.

"Oh littlest angel in my heavenly choir

Of watching and hearing you I never tire

You’re my littlest angel, my imperfect one,

For seeking perfection is to reach for the sun.

"Oh littlest angel, I love you even more

For you try so hard and for that I adore

You make me laugh in a special way

You bring the sun on my darkest day.

"Oh littlest angel in my heavenly choir

Never extinguish your innocence fire

Sing now and forever as only you can

For you’re a big part of my heavenly plan."