An angel came down from Heav'n above,
Full of joy and God's pure love.
The day she came was four-sixteen,
The month of April, pure and clean.
The oldest of her siblings three,
Paving their way to be free.
Making it through trials every day,
You learned to kneel and clearly pray.
Your love of Jesus, to you would bring,
The gospel that would make you sing.
You knew it was a new found life,
Full of truth and sometimes strife.
To California you would go,
Following a path that God did show.
You taught His children of his son,
And even had some time for fun.
She met her prince on day twenty-two,
Of April eighty-six, and skies of blue.
Knotts Berry Farm took center stage,
While angels wrote it on their page.
Two years later to the day,
This angel joined her prince to stay.
Chicago was the place to be,
The day this angel was set free.
You have been my greatest gift,
You love and love and always lift.
A savior of many you have become,
Eternity with God is your outcome.
I am blessed to call you mine,
Forever with you for all time.
Your posterity will call you blessed.,
For you are the very best.
Merry Christmas my angel sweet,
I love you with a heart replete.
Never from your side will I depart,
For what we have is just a start.
-Love You Always, Rico
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