"Miracle"


Nestled warmly, in a small dark womb.
A tiny seed, of God light, begins to bloom.

Cells begin multiplying, at a rapid pace.
God is at work, creating a beautiful face.

Silently molding, a perfectly shaped being;
Mysteriously achieved; without our seeing.

Arms begin growing, now the legs are here!
A miracle is happening, in less than a year!

What part of God will this baby show?
Perhaps in the eyes, as the embryo grows.

Fingers are now formed, and clenched into fists.
Tiny toes have appeared, soon to be kissed.

Yawning and stretching; growing leaps and bounds!
Just like baby Jesus, not making a sound!

God created this baby, to glorify His name.
Gratefully praying; that we may do the same.

No one, except God; knows who this will be;
He knew my soul, before me knew me!


~ Renee Lee ~

November 8, 2001

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"Lo, children are an heritage of the Lord:
and the fruit of the womb is His reward."

Psalm 127:3
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