In the quiet of the womb, where life begins to grow,
A spark of love, a seed of light, in tender shadows glow.
From dust, from breath, from whispered will, a pattern fine is drawn,
Each soul is shaped in sacred ways, a new day’s dawning song.

For God, the Great Creator, with hands unseen but near,
Forms every child in tender care, each moment pure and clear.
In each small heart, a piece of Him, His image there unfolds,
A promise woven deep within, a truth that still holds.

Eyes that seek the light of stars, hands that reach for grace,
Mouths that speak with gentle truth, and feet that run a race.
In every giggle, every tear, a mirror of the skies,
The image of the Holy One in each small life arises.

So when we hold a baby close, and see the tender face,
Remember that within them lies the Maker’s perfect grace.
For in their eyes, the world is seen, a world that’s pure and wide—
And in their hearts, the love of God forever will reside.