Conception is no easy task. For millions of microscopic sperm it is a suicide run toward a prize well fortified with ominous poisons – for all but one or two. With very few exceptions, and most of the time none, death lies in wait.
I marvel at their obstinate persistence as they still pursue their goal; but, when one is successful, a new life begins. A miracle has been performed within the silent secrecy of a mother’s womb.
And that miracle begins as:
Just a Babe in the Womb
Just a babe in the womb, but he’s God’s very own;
he’s been fashioned by Love’s skillful hands.
All the bones knit together; each muscle is toned.
All that’s needed is room to expand.
His sculpture is finished; each part is in place;
the heartbeat within him is sound.
Tiny fists fan the home of this infant unique;
precious child, priceless treasure profound.
Just reflect that one egg can divide many times
into segments that play diverse roles,
yet instinctively blend, without e’er being taught,
into one live, magnificent whole.
Every system, each organ, has its special task;
Busy fingers and toes, hearing ears
are but few of the wonders perfected by God
by the time anyone knows he’s here.
Just a babe in the womb, but he’s fashioned by God.
He feels pain, he’s responsive, he moves.
Woe to any who’d harm him; he’s God’s special trust;
little baby that our Savior loves.
He’s a miracle straight from the Heavenly throne;
masterpiece made from his Father’s clay.
Just a babe n the womb, but the marvel of God –
to be nurtured and cherished always.
For several weeks the tiny form develops in secret. At six weeks his brain waves are measurable. He is not a secret any more, and he is in grave danger.
After three months his body and organs are completely formed, but he is not yet a newborn baby. He is, however, alive; he is also complete; furthermore, he is a human being. He is, therefore, a person. Alas, he can also be killed – legally.
