Commending God

She's so beautiful standing in the sun light,
she's so beautiful in the middle of the night,
whenever I see her, I say she's beautiful,
when she's not around, I know she looks wonderful,
God, I must commend you on your very best work of art,
God, I must commend you on the keeper of my heart,
she's so close to perfect, at least through my eyes,
she's so close to perfect, and I realize,
that her only imperfection is that she lives here on Earth,
her only flaw I see is that she had a mortal birth,
she could stand next to angels and put them all to shame,
if she were to visit Hell, she'd put out the immortal flame,
and I'm so glad to know her, yet I feel so very bad,
she makes my life worth living, but it kind of makes me sad,
sad because she has to live here in this mortal life,
this place that is so horrid, so very full of strife,
but one day I know that she'll be where she belongs,
she'll go on home to Heaven and sing the angels songs,
so God, I must commend you on your very best creation,
I don't need to think about it, it takes no contemplation,
she's the best you've ever made, and the best you'll ever make,
she is the very reason for every breath I take,
God, I must commend you on your greatest accomplishment,
and God, I must thank you for the best person you've ever sent...