I bless you
Tiny image of God!
Made fearfully and wonderfully (Psalm 139:13).
The miracle of your unborn life
Makes me wonder.
How can it be?
Tiny cells that know their place.
Tiny heart that knows when to beat.
Tiny toes that know how to grow.
When you emerge
And come into this big earth,
I will hold you close with astonishment,
And I will goggle and gaze and gasp
As you mirror for me the glory of God.
But now, wee child,
I bless you in your secret place
As God works His mysteries
And makes you so wonderful.