Dear GOD, I was a thought, oh what great things you thought about me. I was a WORD, you spoke life into my very being. Into my mothers womb I go to, stitch me from head to toe. Bigger and bigger I grew, You allowed me to come from heaven to show me another life in you. Pushing through her thighs, she anxiously waits to hear me cry. Your beauty grace covers her in that moment, She was made to do this! I was made to do this! Into her arms I go, This is the feeling she been wait