I find God in a baby
Watching it is my hobby
Its cheeks are so chubby
I sing secretly a lullaby
When it sleeps with peace
My emotions get grease
It will play with fairies
Having totally no worries
Inside its mind happens what?
This is ever my serious thought
Any dream has it during sleep got?
What emotions to it does God allot?
Only mother’s face will come
Or anything else is welcome
Is not a baby joy’s outcome?
Is it not for the World an income?
When a baby desperately cries
In the stomach butterfly flies
When tears come out of its eyes
That scene I totally despise
A baby is to God equivalent
It possesses no great talent
It is to the World a holy present
It represents divinity cent percent
In case a baby is beaten
Peace, this will threaten
If a baby some frighten
Throat of God they tighten
A baby is a helpless bundle
Very kindly we must handle
If its joy we ruthlessly swindle
Bliss of the World will dwindle
A baby is of great importance
God is found in its innocence
Please treat it with reverence
It resembles God’s appearance
A baby’s arrival is to be hailed
Our thanks to God must be mailed
To love a baby if one has failed
One can be by none in life bailed.
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