Now, I Know

Before this moment, I could only guess
And hope and yearn but wonder at
This great event I feared
Would not be mine.

Now, I know the fullness of a Mother's heart ...
This joy that cannot ever be expressed;
This feeling that puts all else to shame
And never could be anything but blessed.

Now, I know how hours fly away,
While I (enchanted by your sleeping ways)
Just sit and gaze upon your tiny face
And try to fantasize who's in your gaze.

Now, I know how great the Artist's wondrous fine design
Can be when entwined with likenesses of mine;
Those traces reaching for my family tree
And God's traces, too, of me.

Now I know, dear mother (there from Heaven's shore).
Can you see this budding rose adored
By every single pair of eyes that see ...
This infant soul to guide and lead toward thee?

And, from the shores of Heaven can you watch?
Dear mother, can you see
What blessing God bestowed and blest abundantly
(Through a lovely little baby) on me?