Oh today is the day
when I let things be gay
and to others I’ll say:
“Stand up, stand up;
Don’t be afraid to stand up.
Let me pour on your breakfast some syrup.
Put your foot back in the stirrup.”
“No,” you say, “no
I must know
If ever in my barren utero,
I will have an embryo?”
“Patience, shh, patience.
Grip tightly to patience.
Faith is the key,
with faith listen to me.
It’s hard to see
how much you mean to He.
For one year,
Oh, that year,
I shed many-a-tear.
No baby, I did fear.
I trusted in He
and I can say with glee:
“Blessings come to thee
With patience, faith, and a knee.”
Hello my dear, sweet chick-a-dee.
Hello my little poppy seed.
You’re here inside me, yes you are,
Just barely alive there, but not far.
I can feel your beginning presence.
A spark, the start of your human existence.
Heavenly Father sent you to me, you see.
No other gift can compare to thee.
He is trusting me now to be your mother,
Such joy, and delight, and a feeling other:
Gratefulness and reverence for our Father’s plan,
And remembering as a child, faith began.