Come into my arms, now, you adorable little creature,now that we're alone,and let mommy count again,your fingers, and toes, your eyes and your nose. I've looked you all over, from stem to stern,but I've yet to learn just exactly how you work. Now I have things to tell you,and please, don't think me a jerk,but somehow they've mislaid your handbook...and believe me, I've searched! It's not on the bottom of your feet, or strapped to your ankle either, I even stroked my fingers through your fluffy hair,and peeked into your ears, hoping for directions, but the angels, or the nurses here, all of them just dears, but somehow they've forgotten to bring your owners manual down...and when I ask them,they just smile,as tho I'll soon discover, where it might be found. So,here's what we're going to do, my sweet little baby dear,we'll get together every day,just as close as close can be, and we will reason this thing out, together, you and me.And between the time I bathe you,and fill your tummy full, we will ask him who gave you to me,my fears to lull. After all, he made you, and loves us both you see, so if anybody knows the right way to do all this "Mommy" stuff, of course it would be He. I know I am crooning softly, but when I look into your big blue eyes, I see you are awfully wise, and understand my meaning,for now your eyes are getting heavy, and the lids are falling closed, as tho you know that you can trust me to guide you, while listening to the one who knows!And when I rock you in my arms,and then lift you to my shoulder,and pat your back and bubble you, I can feel a gentle hand on mine,and hear a whisper soft,as you begin to grow warm and heavy, while to sleep you go, I become aware the whisper will not fade,but will grow as you grow. And the handbook was delivered, just as you came to me. Not on paper, but on my heart,written there, with great care, by the hand of Love. Sleep on, my darling cherubim, sleep on my wingless angel,now my fear is gone,for I just found, Your mommy, she is Able!
Praise God!
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