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A baby is always a precious treasure A delicate blossom confirming true love A marvel of joy to give endless pleasure And truly a gift from our Father above A handful of clay on a pottery wheel Waiting skilled loving hands to mold it to life An unshaped piece of wood with hidden appeal Waiting carving to beauty by sculptor's knife A soft velvet dream with a gossamer soul In innocence yielding to care and to love A sweet winsome song that can soothe, cheer, console Like the haunting refrain of a mourning dove A parent's the potter, the weaver of dreams The Sculptor creating exciting new form The sower of faith and the planner of themes The lullaby singer to calm every storm by © Barbara A. Duits 1999 |