Dedicated to the family of Alexandra Carruth, our little bird.
We waited for her cheerful song—
Each day she came in smiling.
Her curly hair and missing teeth
Were charming and beguiling.
Her soul was big, her love was strong,
Her eyes were sparks of fire;
When she hugged, she held on tight.
She sang with an invisible choir.
She was always the star of our show;
Her little light burned brightly.
With joy and childlike confidence
She danced on her toes, so lightly.
One day she’d be a cat on the hunt
Or run with a rhino herd,
But no matter what creature she chose to be
She’d always be our little bird.
Now she’s cradled in Jesus’ arms,
Perfect and beautiful and free;
She’s showing the angels how to dance
As the queen she knew she’d be.