"For A Moment"
In that secret place of newness,
The knitting needles clicked in time,
To the beat of God's own heart,
Knit and purl, knit and purl--line upon line.
Thread and yarn were not the fabrics
As He worked through night and day,
To create a living image
In His tender, skillful way.
The babe was fearfully and wonderfully made,
Woven together, a heavenly work of art.
A tiny handmade treasure--
Safe under his Maker's and his Mother's heart.
But, before the creating,
His days had been ordained.
And before the birthing,
Nothing yet remained...
Except to let him stay with God,
Fashioned by His hand, yet always
planned to be,
Your child for a moment,
But His child for eternity.
Sweet mama of mine, I love you so. Thank you for this gift of words to help heal my heart and remind me of the Savior's great love.