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The question mark, promise, and wild possibility that exist in each
newborn infant are a reminder to us that in ourselves which is God like.
God like in reason, apprehension, and vision.
The Beauty Of A Newborn
It hangs above the cradle like a rainbow. There are magic and mystery in that frail bundle of flesh. He is a genus in his tiny head. He can grow and he can learn.
The beauty of the world is in his face. He sleeps with the innocence of snow. He rages with the authority of Jove. His brave little flower of a fist will grow to hold the plow, drive the ships, heal the sick, sway the multitudes, and perhaps even point the way to a happy new world.
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This webset page was assembled on Thursday August 16, 2007 by Shads with graphics from ShadsCreations using one of the many auto-scripters available at Chat_Central_Gateway All rights reserved KENDOC 2005 | 
