God's Greatest Work Of Art

He took the sparkle of the dew at dawning
To make two shining eyes, so bright and clear;
He plucked a velvet rose that sun-drenched morning
And made a baby mouth, so soft and dear.

For downy hair, He chose the silk that lingers
On summer flowers whose seeding time has come;
And for those dainty little toes and fingers,
The petals of a sweet chrysanthemum.

He took the magic of a rainbow's splendor,
The softness of a summer cloud on high,
The innocence of spring, so fresh ... so tender,
The frailty of a gentle butterfly.

The happy sounds of laughter and of singing,
He borrowed from the jolly, tumbling brook;
Then turning to some bluebells sweetly ringing,
Their loveliness and cheeriness He took.

And to this masterpiece so long awaited,
He added then the love from His own heart;
And thus it was a baby He created ...
God's greatest and most precious work of art.

~~ Author Unknown ~~