The beauty of a human child,
Shedding her light into a wild, wild world;
beautiful girl.

A mother's daughter so brave and small,
Venturing out into a fallen world,
precious, little girl.

The mystery of her life is ever to be contemplated.
Her beauty of its own kind is never to be trifled with;
she's never to be trifled with.
Her heart is much too pure, and her face is much too sweet.

There are wonderful plans for her little life,
Plans for good, not strife and madness
Holy rest.

All that she will be is all inside
Reaching out to this wide, wide place
Love encased.

The mystery of her life is ever to be contemplated.
Her beauty of its own kind is never to be trifled with;
She's never to be trifled with.
Her hands are much too small, and her sleep is much too deep.

She's never to be trifled with, shes never to be trifled with
She's only to be understood
She's only to be loved