On my way from Heaven, God delayed my trip that day. He said that I was special, and then sent me on my way. But not before he kissed me, Right upon my ear. He left his blessed mark to carry with me here. He whispered in my ear right then, that He loved me without doubt, and then He closed my ear up tight, so the whisper won't get out. He told me both my legs were strong and would help me stand up tall. He told me both my arms would work to catch me if I fall. My eyes would catch my memories to store within the pages of my mind, My heart would fill with all the things I would love, so many things, I would find. He told me I could fall asleep to my Daddy's bedtime tales, and listen while my Mother sings of seas and boats with sails. One ear, He told me, could hear the sounds that little birdies make. The other ear was his gift to me, a blessing for my sake. For when I'm feeling sad, he said, my other ear would hear, His whispered words of eternal love, left waiting for me there. I'm special.
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