My Baby Love
Tiny hand around my finger,
Though you sleep, still I linger.
I hold you close and realize,
From Gods' own hand,
You were placed in mine.
What my heart feels is so divine,
Your precious baby hand in mine.
Undeserving as I am, yet
God did entrust me, with this lamb.
Soft baby breath against my cheek,
Eye lashes flutter, I've no words to speak.
Across your little face comes a grin,
Leaves no doubt where you have been,
Heaven is where you began.
Fresh from the face of God,
Of His great love you did evolve.
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