Friday, November 16, 2007

Adoption

Not flesh of my flesh,
Nor bone of my bone,
But still miraculously my own,
And don't forget for a single minute,
You didn't grow under my heart but in it.
© Fleur Conkling Heyliger

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

That's great! I will have to share that with my girls.
Cheryl

Anonymous said...

God's Little Girl
Oh, little girl, from land far away,
Right from the start from the Father's hand,
He fashioned your frame in ways so grand,
And loves you in ways you don't understand.
And though we've yet to hold your tiny frame,
You've captured our hearts and we long to call your name.
We thank God for you, a gift so sweet and pure,
And pray for you, to know His Son for sure.
And as you grow, may you always know
The Lord is there wherever you go.
We promise to love you thro' all your days and hours,
But never forget, His love is far greater than ours.
Our Father's Son, He freely gave
And all who believe, He surely will save.
Oh, little girl, we're all adopted at so great a price,
But as God's little girl, you're adopted twice.
Paul W. Smith