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The Gift

It’s packed with surprises

Though unwrapped and no disguises.

Every soft mewl from NICU

Comes from a gift, new,

Precious—and can’t be taken for granted

Eyes in awe, hearts melted

Over a bundle of joy—

Lest not a moment be wasted.

For a journey has started

And God’s wish is fulfilled

For every newborn that is welcomed

In this world.

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