When I first drew breath a new life a new born baby.
I lay there in my Father's arm's for the very first time.
I breath.
I blink.
I make noise for the very first time, I cry.
My mother with help holds me for the first time.
I am looked at , they say I am beautiful.
My creator looks down on me.
He smiles down at me and my parents.
Today I breath.
Today I dance with the gift of life.
I sing , because my heart is, at joy.
I breath.
But I do not breath alone.
I breath because of the breath,
of life.
I breath with friends.
With love.
With comfort for the hurting.
When I first drew breath there was a plan for me.
When I first drew breath I had life...
