Before the Mist Closed In
Dainty ballerina, when you closed your eyes to rest,
did angels call you into dreams to see your Father’s best?
Playful winds around you must have held your little hand,
and led you down a moon-kissed path to-ward the promised land.
Tenderhearted sweetheart, when God beckoned from the sky,
did His deep love encompass you just ‘fore you learned to fly?
Wind-chime-laughing daughter, did you feel yourself arise -
when God our Heav’nly Father came to call you to the skies?
Effervescent sparkle in your eyes of piercing blue.
Those kisses of the butterfly, a gift to me, from you.
Sleigh-bell-giggle darling, yes I saw you on the wing -
the sweetest pressure of your arms, were wrapped around our King.
My precious loving daughter, skipping toward your heav’nly crown -
did your bright eyes peek back at me just ‘fore the mist came down?
