He took the sparkle of
the dew at dawning

To make two shining eyes,
so bright and clear;

He plucked a velvet rose
that sun-drenched morning

And made a baby mouth,
so soft and dear.

For downy hair,

He chose the silk that lingers
On summer flowers
whose seeding time has come;

And for those
dainty little toes and fingers,

The petals of a
sweet chrysanthemum.

He took the magic of a
rainbow*s splendor,

The softness of a
summer cloud on high,

The innocence of spring,

so fresh.. so tender,
The frailty of a

gentle butterfly.

Then turning to
some bluebells sweetly ringing,

Their loveliness and
cheeriness He took.
And to

this masterpiece

so long awaited,

He added then the

love from His own heart;
And thus it was

a baby He created..

God*s greatest
and most precious work of art.

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