the Baby

Where did you come from, baby dear?

Out of the everywhere into here,

Where did you get those eyes of blue?

Out of the sky as I came through.

What makes the light in them sparkle and spin?

Some of the starry twinkles left in.

Where did you get that little tear?

I found it waiting when I got here.

What makes your forehead so smooth and high?

 A soft hand stroked it as I went by.

Whence that three-cornered smile of bliss?

Three angels gave me at once a kiss.

Where did you get this pearly ear?

God spoke, and it came out to hear.

Where did you get those arms and hands?  

Love made itself into bonds and bands.

Feet, whence did you come, you darling things?

From the same box as the cherubs' wings.

How did they all just come to you?

God thought about me, and so I grew.

But how did you come to us, you dear?

God thought about you, and so I am here.

George MacDonald.