I’ve never borne a child
I’ve never labored to give birth
To one whom You gave
Form and substance

Never held that precious one
Called “son” although I
Dreamed of it and longed for it
And dream it still

There’s never been a baby
Of my own placed in my arms
Except the One who
Never wasn’t
And will always be

For unto me
A child is born
Unto me
A son is given
Unto me
So undeserving
Unto me.

© Leigh McLeroy 2003