Little one still being made in the womb
By the one
who defeated death and the tomb.
What joy it
will be to see your small face
Shaped by the
hand the still pours out grace.
The unknown
for us is….
The color of your eyes, the
shape of your toes
The dimples in your chin, the
crook of your nose
Is already
known by Him who made all.
He sees you
now in the womb and when you are quite tall.
We relish the
time when you are a baby,
Decked out in
your outfits, a little dirty maybe,
Most
importantly, healthy, vigorous, and bright,
A joyful
reflection of His Holy Light.
2-22-2014
Revised
3-14-16
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