my nostrils knew
to take in breath,
Yours flowed
like a river through them.
Before
my mother wrapped me
in swaddling clothes,
You bore me
upon Your bosom.
Before
my feet learnt
to walk,
Your steps became
my footprints.
Before
my mind learnt
to dream,
You opened to me
the volume of Your thoughts toward me.
Before
the walk down
the aisle,
He named me
His own.
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