My Day Old Child!

My day old child lay in my arms

with my lips against her ear

I whispered softly, "How I wish, I wish that you could hear;

"I've a hundred wonderful things to say

(A tiny cough and a nod)

Hurry, hurry, hurry and grow

so I can tell you about God."

My day old baby's mouth was still

and my words only tickled her ear.

but a kind of light passed through her eyes, 

and I saw this thought appear.

"How I wish I had a voice and words;

I've a hundred things to say.

Before I forget I'd tell you of God - 

I left Him yesterday."

- Carol Lynn Pearson