I look upon you through the glass.
So small so sweet, that I must ask.
Please Dear Lord, up above,
Keep this child, safe in love
Tiny fingers, tiny toes,
Rosy cheeks, little nose.
And as I gaze, into your face.
I realize, God's good grace.
He gave to us, someone who
We can share and hold on to.
The only thing I give to you.
Is a wish, I hope comes rue.
I wish the world, could feel this bond.
And base their lives on the little one.
You don’t see color or the race,
All you see is a loving face.
If we all, could but see.
Through the eyes,
Or our dear Abbie.