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The girl of 3
Upon her head are words spoken,
In her hands are abilities,
Her mind is a limitless creative well,
She is a vessel, the potter's handiwork.
This girl of 3,
Whose life is no mystery,
Whose words she's only learning to form.
This girl born from love.
She has sparkling eyes,
And a curious heart,
This little girl so full of joy,
This little girl so bright.
This little loves to be called a God-girl,
She loves the blue of the sky,
She loves everything family,
And she loves the words of Yahweh.
She is learning the ways of Yahweh,
She is no ordinary girl,
A prophecy is written over her,
She is one for whom Yeshua came.
© Nifer🤍
#Writico #Love
In her hands are abilities,
Her mind is a limitless creative well,
She is a vessel, the potter's handiwork.
This girl of 3,
Whose life is no mystery,
Whose words she's only learning to form.
This girl born from love.
She has sparkling eyes,
And a curious heart,
This little girl so full of joy,
This little girl so bright.
This little loves to be called a God-girl,
She loves the blue of the sky,
She loves everything family,
And she loves the words of Yahweh.
She is learning the ways of Yahweh,
She is no ordinary girl,
A prophecy is written over her,
She is one for whom Yeshua came.
© Nifer🤍
#Writico #Love
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