Thy child, Father in Heaven, is Thy Gift,
Born unto us with lots of our prayers,
Thou hast walked with her, drenched with Thy Wit,
Yea, Suzanna, Thy child, shines in mirrors,
The words that she hath uttered are Thy Words,
The steps that she hath made are Thy Designs,
The songs that she singeth are of Thy Bards,
The prayers that she says are of Thy Guidelines,
Thou hast shown her the First Step to Success,
In her life it's her First Land mark set high,
The moments she spent are of her progress,
The efforts she made took her to the sky.
Thy Mercy, our prayers crowned Thy Sweet Child,
By Thy smile of Grace, Thy child shall be hailed.
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Beautiful sonnet. The rhyming is subtle but very appropriate. Well done