The Gift
My lover's eyes came into mine
Her pain so clear to see
New life inside had chose its time
This day the miracle would be
I invited the Lord to minister us
His presence so much in need
In Him we'd placed entire trust
To harvest our man child seed
She wrenched, she moaned, she cried
I'm helpless to intervene
Then God reached down his mighty hand
And calm became the scene
My wife thrust forward her aching loins
A son was given birth
The Master's gift was ours to reap
A new treasure of the Earth
Copyright 1993 Iger Rolyat All Rights Reserved
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