Day Old Child

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 about God."

My day-old baby's mouth was still

And my words only tickled his ear,

But a kind of 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 just yesterday."

--Carol Lynn Pearson