I think there is a garden,
In Heaven where He walks,
And as He sings a lullaby,
Your prayers are in His thoughts.

This is a special garden,
Not filled with regular things.
Instead it is filled with babies,
Waiting for what their future brings.

As God walks in this garden,
He looks at each tiny one.
Then He knows in just an instant,
Whether to send a daughter or a son.

When He sees the one that is for you,
He picks it up to hold.
He sings it one more lullaby,
Before He lets it go.

Send this one to that family,
I've heard lots of prayers from them.
So, welcome precious little one,
This is how your life began.

Karen Bunker
© January 4, 2007

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