Lyrics:
Before you had a name or opened up your eyes
Or anyone could recognize your face.
You were being formed so delicate in size
Secluded in God's safe and hidden place.
With your little tiny hands and little tiny feet
And little eyes that shimmer like a pearl
He breathed in you a song and to make it all complete
He brought the masterpiece into the world.
You are a masterpiece
A new creation He has formed
And you're as soft and fresh as a snowy winter morn.
And I'm so glad that God has given you to me
Little Lamb of God, you are a masterpiece.
And now you're growing up your life's a miracle
Everytime I look at you I stand in awe
Because I see in you a reflection of me
And you'll always be my little lamb from God
And as your life goes on each day
How I pray that you will see
Just how much your life has meant to me.
And I'm so proud of you
What else is there to say?
Just be the masterpiece He created you to be.
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Dear Little Man,
On this day when we celebrate love, I awoke with you foremost on my mind. I determined that you would be the one to which I show love this day in a way that I don't normally show it.
I also remembered when you first came to us.
It was a hard time, but that all melted away with every toothless grin, bubble & coo from your lips, and giggle from deep in your belly.
The first time I ever saw you, and looked into those deep blue eyes, I saw something very special - something that I knew would be of benefit to this world. They say babies can't see, but at that moment I did not believe it. You spoke peace to me with your eyes in that very instant, and projected your spirit onto mine. We connected in the same nano-second. I swear, you smiled at me in recognition, in that instant. I cut the cord that connected you to the safe hidden place, setting you free to live in the light, and named you with the most appropriate and stong name I could think of that fit you. At that moment I loved you, and vowed to always love you. You make fulfilling that vow too easy.
I marvel at how intelligent you are. And sometimes, you scare me. You're so much like me, you make me face myself. Thank you, for that. I love that you aspire to be more than you are, I desire to have your sense of adventure, and learn from you daily. I adore how you always strive to please, and that you control yourself to be pleasing to others. You *are* a good boy - though you're more than a boy. No one with a spirit like yours is simply, a boy. It's as if you've been in this realm before, and know exactly what to do and when to do it.
You are, indeed, a masterpiece.
I love you. . . .
. . . Little Man
