He took the sparkle of
the dew at dawning
To make two shining eyes,
so bright and clear;
And made a baby mouth,
so soft and dear.
He chose the silk that lingers
On summer flowers
whose seeding time has come;
He took the magic of a
rainbow*s splendor,
The softness of a
summer cloud on high,
so fresh.. so tender,
The frailty of a
gentle butterfly.
Their loveliness and
cheeriness He took.
And to
so long awaited,
love from His own heart;
And thus it was
a baby He created..
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