Before she had a name, she was a hope,
A dream, a prayer breathed in her mother’s heart.
Before she had a name, she had our love
And all the family she’d ever need.
Before she had a name, sweet Annabelle,
We loved her more than any words could tell.
She has her father’s cheeks, her mother’s ears,
Her precious little features oh-so-cute.
She has her father’s nose, her mother’s eyes
That shine when new, exciting life delights.
She has her father’s chin, her mother’s smile,
And every little bit is beautiful.
Now every day, we face these little fears
As she falls down, or any time she cries.
Now every day, we watch the things she does,
Amazed how fast our little girl has grown.
Now every day, we wonder what she’ll be,
What great works by her hand this world will see.
Our god and king, our lord, give her wisdom
And sight enough to learn from her mistakes.
Our god and king, our lord, give her your grace.
Teach kindness, patience, truth, and charity.
Our god and king, our lord, give her your care.
Protect her, and remind her you are there.
In your son’s name, and through his gift we pray,
Wash Annabelle with your love, all her days.