My Littlest Angel
Debbi Dickinson 
You’re free, baby dear of ours,
To play among rainbow-colored clouds,
To walk in warm silver-soft showers,
And sip the nectar of heavenly flowers.
You are the littlest angel,
Born with gossamer wings.

The first sounds you heard were angels singing,
A chorus of love inviting you in.
You joined them before you could join me,
You are our Baby Angel for all Eternity.

You touched the face of God,
Before you could touch mine.
God’s love will keep you warm at night,
Just as my arms would if I could hold you tight.