Waking up, I remember the dream, as if I was still there.

A fully formed baby, still in its sack. Was needing my help and care.

 The features were perfect, the body was too.

And all it needed was love.

I held it in my hands, it was so fragile.so tiny and so dependant.

Then all of a sudden it fell out of my hands and ended up on the floor.

It made me feel foolish and oh so bad How could I let this precious gift fall.

And yet it wasn’t broken or killed. That surprised me more.

But suddenly I was aware of someone else nearby.

Someone who stood very close.

He bent down gently and picked the baby up and cradled it in His arms.

This person was Jesus, and He said to me.

“Let me take this young life, let me make it whole.

It’s really not broken; it just needs my help.

For I will love it and it will grow.

This is my child, and I will make sure, that no harm comes to it now.

I will watch it grow; I will shelter it from harm.

I will pour out my love on it, and it will come to know my name.

For my child is loved with an everlasting love

My child is perfect to me.

Don’t be concerned that you may have hurt it.

It’s just that your love was not enough.

But let me remind you again my friend.

I hold your life and all people in my two hands.