The room shrank and ran away as the infant stared up at me
her eyes wanting.
I sat down in the sleeping mats with the other 8 babies, but this child cried.
Only this child. Later we hear it is the way most adoptions happen. God, the baby and
a Universe conspires.
What a Life what a precious
life. Look at her today Lord, look at her.
There is no difference between an adoption and a regular delivery from heaven,
I’ve had both,
the heart tells no lies
tells no lies.