How to Interpret Dreams and Visions Perry Stone

That in His time make this dream come true. Years passed, we waited for the time we’d see you. A hand on my ankle—what is this strange sign? An inner voice tells me, “Now is the time.”

Late in October sudden tears fill our eyes But the winter soon passes and our spirits now rise A heartbeat is heard and an image is seen It’s a girl in the womb, “It’s Amanda,” we sing.

August the second, excited we wait The time soon arrived, but the labor was great But pain turned to joy when we all saw your face Dark hair, it is you, in pink ribbons and lace.

Your mommy and brother and I are here To love and protect you from danger and fear To teach you about the place you came from Heaven, the angels, and the land from above.

Watching you grow will be my life’s joy Until you are married with your own girl or boy I’ll be there for you till my journey is through And when you arrive there, I’ll be waiting for you.

—WRITTEN BY YOUR DADDY IN YOUR MOMMY’S ROOM THE DAY YOU WERE BORN, AUGUST 2, 2001