Alana, so you’re seven today,
Look how you’ve grown.
An ever more beautiful smile, and
New cheekiness you’ve shown, but
Always our beloved daughter, our own.
If it must be your Birthday again,
See that you don’t grow up too soon.
Seven years our daughter,
Evermore you shall stay, the
Very delight of our heart,
Entrusted to us, so we pray,
Never depart from God’s gracious way.
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