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               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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