Day Old ChildDay Old Child

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Carol Lynn Pearson

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 about 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."