Choir singing Hallelujah, a young girl of one walking forward,
totally involved in it's music, arms flowing as if she's con-
ducting the orchestra before us.
Not listening to her father to come to him, dancing joyfully
to her own beat and song within, innocence of childhood being
shared with everyone around her.
Touching our spirits with glee as those of us who can see her,
smile from within, sharing their love for this cute little
girl of God's.
Precious and pure, doing nothing wrong, just responding to the
song of the Lord now being sung by the choir, as we watch the
beauty of her little spirit being fulfilled.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem