Dear Baby, here beneath my heart, I thought that you might come today; the timing just seemed right. But the stars are out and the moon is high and sheepishly I wonder why I try to arrange the plans of God. For now I know you will not come until the One who holds eternity rustles your soft cocoon and whispers in tones that I will not hear, "It's time, precious gift. Now it's time."
Dear Mindy, I am looking forward to the rustling of the cocoon and to the entrance of His precious gift into your world. Love, Traci
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by Robin Jones Gunn
Dear Baby, here beneath my heart, I thought that you might come today; the timing just seemed right. But the stars are out and the moon is high and sheepishly I wonder why I try to arrange the plans of God. For now I know you will not come until the One who holds eternity rustles your soft cocoon and whispers in tones that I will not hear, "It's time, precious gift. Now it's time."
Dear Mindy, I am looking forward to the rustling of the cocoon and to the entrance of His precious gift into your world. Love, Traci
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