Poem

Sweet Poem

I've come across lots of poems like these pertaining to the child you're about to have. This one is called, Seventh, but I changed it to Eighth to fit our family. Thought it was cute and can be changed to any number.

Eighth by: Jennifer Wilson

I know I'm number eight,
but the fact you can't deny
is that God, Almighty Giver,
is the Author of my life.

My soul is no less special,
and my spirit no less great
than those that came before me--
be they one, or six, or eight!

So many eyes are blinded
by the whispers of this world--
to them, there is no miracle
in a human life unfurled.

A baby's just a plaything,
a burden, or a chore,
and we must proceed with caution
to prevent too many more!

Only a fool would trust the Lord
to give as He desires
and live a life of trust in Him...
whatever that requires.

A new car may be exciting;
a new house may be a prize,
but my new life is better
than any thing that money buys.

So all the world may roll their eyes
when eight now they see--
But I can't wait until I meet
the "fools" who welcome me.