He is of the earth
Just a seed at his birth
A pebble I watched grow
Into what I did not know
He might be a violet flower
Never wilting in a shower
He might be a rose
A beauty nature only shows
He might be a morning glory
For generations to tell the story
Whatever he is he is my own
and a Savior the world has never known
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