Persis, My Perfect Gift

Oh, Persis, my light, my endless grace.

Fourteen years ago, the morning sun did shine,

At eleven forty-five, a sacred, quiet sign.

In St. Theresa's room, I heard your first sweet cry,

I longed to hold you close beneath the quiet sky.

My weary body bound, Dr. Njeru heard my prayer,

And placed you on my chest, a love beyond compare.

Persis, my joy, my strength through every storm,

With you, my darling child, my frozen heart grows warm.

The greatest gift of heaven, the beauty of my days,

I’ll guide you, Persis, through the winding ways.

Through every raging wind, you are the reason I stand,

A perfect, blessed child, held by a divine hand.

May mercy guide your path, and lift your dreams so high,

In Jesus' holy name, beneath the watchful eye.

Persis, my joy, my strength through every storm,

With you, my darling child, my frozen heart grows warm.

The greatest gift of heaven, the beauty of my days,

I’ll guide you, Persis, through the winding ways.

My love, my Persis, always and forevermore.

Amen.