Thy child, Father in Heaven, is Thy Gift,
Born unto us with lots of our prayers,
Thou hast walked with her, drenched with Thy Wit,
Yea, Suzanna, Thy child, shines in mirrors,
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Beautiful sonnet. The rhyming is subtle but very appropriate. Well done