A Proud Father
T'would be joyous to view God
Holding a newborn in His heart,
Looking over fingers and toes,
As He checks out every part.
Work begins at the potter's wheel,
Fashioning him into a man;
Preparing against evil,
Giving him two legs to stand.
Redesigning the eyes to see,
Producing ears that hear His words,
Redeeming souls to His beloved,
Making wings to soar like a bird.
The wonder of each creation
A proud Father must feel within,
To be watching His children grow
As into the image of Him.