Sarah Joy, your eyes of blue
shining true;
were mirrors of your gentle mind,
and I find
your bubbly ways will never leave,
e’en though my heart will ever grieve;
for little girl, my soul knew much
of angels’ songs within your touch.
~ ~ ~
Through stretching empty years,
too broken for e’en tears,
the memory of your brilliant smile
no bitter year could e’er defile.
~ ~ ~
Could any glittering Christmas tree
mean candle glow compared with thee?
Could any snowfall sparkling bright
give faintest joy as you gave light?
~ ~ ~
Little daughter, Sarah Joy,
you shone on me.
All my life, oh glorious
you’ll ever be.