They tell you it was chance
That brought your parents together;
You burst as a happening
Like everyone else miniscule
And uncared for
Toward death everlasting.
They say that your brain
Spontaneously developed
What you would someday be
All a muddle of cells
Randomly concluded into you,
But What of Him?
He says He knew You
Before You were He was
Forming and birthing
Love and joy
Miraculously you
Mary, precious annointed
Girl for Him for ever
Culturing every blink, every trip around the Son
Yes, evolving You
Becoming You, His glorious intention,
An Eternal Future
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