There's not a sound, there's not a sigh
As I tiptoe down the hall.
I open up your door and see you
Lying there so small.

Your lips are slightly parted.
Your breathing is soft sighs.
Your lashes make a heavy fringe
Beneath your sleeping eyes.

I brush your soft hair from your face
You stir beneath my touch
And then I pray that you will know
That you are loved so much.

My prayers were answered on the day
You came into this world.
God took a bit of Daddy and me
And formed this precious girl.

His hands will always hold you
And He will be your guide
I pray that you will always seek
To walk right by His side.