Here she comes, once again—from the corner of my mind.
Soooo many years ago… yet, I close these eyes and find;
See her? Offering herself? From a day—now long gone by;
Twirling, leaping, spinning, dancing… spreading wings as if to fly!
The music now has captured her—she feels it in her feet.
She dances out its rhythms as she reaches up to meet…
The One who has created her… The One, who gave this gift,
He smiles, as He anoints, these tiny Spirit Wings she lifts.
Praise perfected! Heaven’s blessing! On the offering of—The Gift!
So much power in the song, as it’s calling her away!
Come and find me!
Come and find me…
Bring your heart… come out and play!
So she follows her Creator—feet are full of joy and bliss,
From her toes, she now knows, she was born—just for this!
In tiny heart a place created—only she and God may go;
To this temple, consecrated, joyous rivers now will flow,
Angel choirs up in Heaven, celebrate her, and her gift;
Heaven’s citizens join the chorus, praise-on-praise, to Him now lift,
Adding blessing, on this wee one, and the offering of—her Gift!