Who knows when you, my child, began...

Who knows when you, my child, began

For far before this hour came

God called you by a special name

And held your soul within his hand

All knit you were within my womb

So intricate and small you were

But long before you first did stir

God saw you far beyond the tomb.

He has forever known your ways

Your face was gently formed by Him

He shaped your body limb by limb

And numbered all your given days.

Should I then fear for you?

By Christine Farenhorst Praamsma

(these are pics of Josh when he was born 2 years ago, I just found this poem that my mom had scribbled onto a paper probably years ago. I am posting it in honour of my new darling niece Megan. :) see Sharon's blog for pics of the littly hunny!)