Blessed day

Roger blessed our sweet Morris this weekend.

Day Old Child

My day old child lay in my arms

With my lips against his ear

I whispered strongly, "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 of God."

My day-old baby's mouth was still

And my words only tickled his ear.

But a kind of a light passed through his 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