“It is time” the Doctor exclaimed.  “The woman is ready to give birth and is doing fine”

You see the woman was my wife…and I was eagerly waiting for the baby, which was all mine

As the head of the baby appeared I thought, “Yes, another son,” as I secretly boasted

And in my mind I broke out the Champaign for this was surely an event that should be toasted.

It was time to give birth to another son… baseball, basketball, and football every father’s dream

Two sons could be the best of friends and they could even be on the same team.

And through your mother’s womb into this world you came

And I realized…a daughter, not a son…what did I do differently?

 I thought I did everything the same.

Raising a daughter...that meant I would have to be gentler and give out caresses

It meant playing with little dollies and tea parties and yes, I would even have to buy her dresses.

But I realized what a wonderful and precious gift you were as I held you in my arms that day

And as I gazed at your beautiful face, you melted my heart and showed me the Lord’s love and His way

You began to walk and talk and I watched in awe as you grew

Because I didn’t think a little girl could make me so happy but you see, the Lord Almighty knew

Believe it or not the Lord knew what He was doing when He blessed me with a girl

For He packaged in you the gift of Love, Kindness, and Gentleness which are far more valuable than a pearl

I was proud of you when I knew you accepted Jesus our Lord into your heart

And as you grow and learn the Lord’s way I pray from which you never will depart

The Lord knows how much I love you, my daughter, and how much you mean to me

But always remember that the Love of the Lord is greater, for I am just a man, don’t you see?

So may God make you, Morgan, like a tree firmly planted by streams of water

And may you grow strong and true in His ways, because you are His daughter

Oh Lord, may Morgan always abide in your Love and may she dwell in your Holy place

May she walk with integrity and do works of righteousness and may she always see Your face

May she be like clay on the spinning wheel, molded and perfectly made, by the expert hand of the Potter

So, I stand before the Father on this day to say THANK YOU LORD FOR MY WONDERFUL DAUGHTER

Yes a daughter…not another son…this much is true

But the Lord knew what I needed and what I needed was you.