taylor grace by brynn

baby baby sister
you are beloved
eyes like giant brown moons
He no doubt has special planes for you
keep playing those strings
and singing those things
because ears are perceptive
and will be beckoning for more.
sooner then not.
oh sister.
my sister.
you are the salt of the earth.
your birthmark is a kiss from the God above.
His mark,
His signal of undying never ending love.
always know that He is present.
and all of your troubles will be marked as fixed.
take comfort in this.
baby sister.
full of Grace.