He took the sparkle of
the dew at dawning
To make two shining eyes,
so bright and clear;

He plucked a velvet rose
that sun-drenched morning

And made a baby mouth,
so soft and dear.

For downy hair,

He chose the silk that lingers
On summer flowers
whose seeding time has come;

And for those
dainty little toes and fingers,

The petals of a
sweet chrysanthemum.

He took the magic of a
rainbow's splendor,

The softness of a
summer cloud on high,

The innocence of spring,

so fresh.. so tender,
The frailty of a

gentle butterfly.

The happy sounds of
laughter and of singing,

He borrowed from the jolly,
tumbling brook;

Then turning to
some bluebells sweetly ringing,

Their loveliness and
cheeriness He took.
And to this masterpiece

so long awaited,

He added then the

love from His own heart;
And thus it was

a baby He created..

God's greatest
and most precious work of art.