A tiny baby swaddled in a cloud
with the glory of Heaven all around.
Her beautiful wings flutter in the breeze,
her tiny toes wiggle with ease.
Cradled in God's loving arms,
and her heavenly mother keeps her from harm.
Angels sing, angels rejoice,
this little angels's here, but it wasn't her choice.
But it's alright, shed no tears,
she never experienced pain, nor unhappy years.
With the glory of Heaven all around,
there's a tiny baby swaddled in a cloud.
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I had put this poem on my first account but I can't get into that account because I don't have the password. So, here it is again.