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Little
Flower
by John
Reedy
Precious darling little girl, sweetest little flower
Brightest blossom in all the world,
Looks to the Son by the hour
She has the faith of a little child:
the confidence of prayer
That strengthens her upon each stage
While singing ev’ry air
Thousands at a time she reaches
Exhilarates the lady faire
If only I could be in third row center
To see her performing there
I’d lead the throng in wild applause
I love her so very dear
And that is why: Because!
She’d know that I was sittin’ there
‘cause I’d be at EV’RY gig
I’d spend ev’ry dime to make it on time
For money I’d not give a fig
(if my pocketbook was big)
Precious little beautiful flower
Sing to me sweetly by the hour
Tell me of the mountain streams
That trickle down and carry your dreams
Of gentle breezes on the summer air
That lift you aloft, caress your hair
And I will rejoice with ev’ry moment
Your labor of love on your gossamer wings
Sweet butterfly angel who beautif’ly sings
Most delicate creature, intonational rings
As glassine crystal blossoms sweet
She raises her petals to the sun's gentle heat
She moves with her song, a bloom in the breeze
She sighs of sweet love as a branch of the trees:
“A tree that looks at God all day
And lifts its leafy arms to pray.”
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