Our Dearest Daughter Suzanna Christy Celebrates Her Fourteenth Birthday Poem by MBJ Pancras

Thou art on the Fourteenth Step of the Ladder of life:
How thou hast been climbed up is by His Grace,
His love for thee; His mercy for thee; His grace for thee,
Thou art in His Arms of Love and Providence. So Marvellous!

Thou wert in thy mother's womb since thy conception by His Grace,
I believe thou wert in prayer unto Him in silence,
Every movement of thy body within thrilled us to see thee.

Thou wert born on this day thirteen measures past,
Thou wert on thy mother's lap, close to her bosom,
I watched thee drinking milk from her bosom.
Our joy leaped with tears.
Thou wert like a tender shoot with the malleable body
Lying on the cushion of His Mercy and Grace.

Thou uttered insignificant syllables and we watched thee,
Thy sing-song lullaby rang into our hearts and we lived in dreams,
Thou winked at us and we blinked at thee in wonder,
And the moments were golden praise-worthy.

Thou wert on the step three, and thy utterance clear,
Thou wert taught alphabet and numbers,
And we were delighted in thy language.

Thou hast stepped on the Fourth line by His grace,
Thy mom took thee unto kids' schooling,
And thou learnt kids' tongue, musical unto our hearts.

Thou fetched thy satchel, with water- flask dangling around thee,
We lived in dreams of joy, watching thy smiling dance,
Thy innocent strategies of infancy on the fifth pace left with us lasting impressions.

Thou reached the sixth chapter and thy novel was in progress,
Thy traits and thoughts we painted and draw in our hearts,
Thou learnt writing and reading amidst thy social friends.

The year clock struck seven times and chimed there thy child-like voice,
The Lord's number is seven, and thy growth was whole and unique,
Each of thy ways taught us how to live in prayers with HIM.

Thou climbed up the eighth stride of the ladder with new thoughts,
Thou earned friends of tranquillity and piety, growing in Him,
And innocence hath been thy child in thee.

Three times three and we counted it thy ninth phase to grow,
Thou learnt to run and skip and play musical chair,
And thou built thy home on Him and on us.

We saw with thee a ten-string lyre making melody across our world,
Thou madest sit at thee, drenched in thy sweetest harmony,
Thy composition hath been full of symphonies.

Thy touch of the eleventh milestone revealed thy new session,
Thou begot new knowledge and wisdom to believe and live,
Thy thoughts and words with unique shapes traversed ubiquitously.

At the threshold of youthful garden of fragrant flowers
Thou watched paths and ways of life to enter in,
We have been with thee ever and near in twelve corners.

Thou jumped on the thirteenth square looking at the river of life,
New thoughts, new leaves, new blossoms, new world,
Thou took us too into thy new world of seasons.

This day thou art on the fourteenth step of the ladder of life,
We look back a while of thy journey thro' woods of His mercy,
Let's three of us travel in the ship of His Grace and Mercy.