If babies had a voice and words

My day-old child lay in my arms,

With my lips against her ear

I whispered strongly, "How I wish —

I wish that you could hear;

"I've a hundred wonderful things to say

(A tiny cough and a nod),

Hurry, hurry, hurry and grow

So I can tell you about God."

My day-old baby's mouth was still

And my words only tickled her ear.

But a kind of a light passed through her eyes,

And I saw this thought appear:

"How I wish I had a voice and words;

I've a hundred things to say.

Before I forget I'd tell you of God —

I left Him yesterday."

— from Carol Lynn Pearson's Beginnings, p. 42