Spinnin’, laughin’, dancin’


To her favorite song


A little girl


With nothin’ wrong


Is all alone


 


Eyes wide open always hopin’


For the sun


And she’ll sing her song


To anyone that comes along


 


Fragile as a leaf in autumn


Just fallen to the ground


Without a sound


 


Crooked little smile


On her face


Tells a tale of Grace


That’s all her own


 


                                  -taken from Nora Jones’ album


 


 


 


That’s Gracie’s song.  Especially the part about grace (those were my caps, btw).  I think there’s a double meaning in that—God’s grace and her.  She  certainly does have a grace that’s all her own.  And she likes to sing to us, too.  Dad always says Jesus has a special place in His heart for children like her.  (She has Down Syndrome, for those of you who don’t know.)


You’d almost think that song was written just for her…


 

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