Cuddly curls, heaven’s gift
Grace from God, a Flower’s sweet kiss
Who will you be?
Where will you go?
Born of his blood
This I well know
Petals upon petals
Curls upon curls
Who could possibly be like this girl?
No one I tell you.
No, not one!
This Father’s most precious
Till his days be done
Sing you a song and tell you again
Of His sweet love till He be your friend
Fear not little one a Savior has come
Loving you always as your Daddy has done