Beat.
Twice as fast as mine.
Maybe you’ll look like me.
But resembling him would be fine.
Beat.
You’re only two months old.
I don’t see you there.
But I believe what I’m told.
Beat.
You are every dream come true.
I don’t know if you’ll like me,
But I am so in love with you.
Beat.
You will start blind, but you will see.
You’ll think I’m everything.
But God created you–not me.
Beat.
You’re a miracle from above.
I’ll give my life for you,
But it won’t compare to Christ’s love.
Beat.
Beaten for you and for me.
His name is LIFE and He has victory.
So, start here, inside of me….
But all for His eternity.
Beat. Beat. Beat
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