Oh tiny babe with wrinkled skin
Today your new life does begin
You squirm about midst anxious cries
Can’t wait to see your laughing eyes.
That little button is your nose
Those wiggly digits are your toes
Your hands do have a mighty grasp
Onto the fingertips they clasp.
As time moves on the story shows
The loving way your nature grows
Into the child who’ll learn to be
In tune with God’s community
While in our hearts this newborn lives
It is to God that glory gives !
Claire V. Bogdanos 