And if at last the Son shall cast
his radiance on you.
The day shall dawn when first is born
your infant: tender, mild and new.
In your womb is generations!
Only God and time shall hold
the wonders of your lineage
as the will of God unfolds.
There are volumes yet unwritten
of the things your child shall spawn.
The laughter, joy and living
shall touch you too, from morn till dawn.
Your lives shall intertwine as one.
Each dependant on the other.
A life that lives because you give
yourself, your all…as mother.
None hold a more exalted place
before God’s throne of nations
than to be the vessel, solely chosen
to love and nurture His creation.
Baby, precious baby formed by God,
yet born of me.
Thou hast chosen to exalt me,
and to honor me with thee.
