Seyilnen

When thee I begot
Though random the probability
Which turned perfect a possibility
Now thee make up my fallibility.
 
What I have, thou surge
What I lack, thou have
 
Thy loveliness and innocence
Thy handsomeness and swiftness
Thy health and intelligence
Gifts to us from the Deity.
 
In thee I appreciate God’s love for humanity
Never before did I fully appreciate the height of sacrifice
When God gave up His son to hang for man’s vice.
 
I will hold thee always in my hands
And thank the creator in my heart
For the best Gift given to us
Thy life, a blessing to us.