Too soon you left your Mother’s watery embrace,

Too soon you sprung from her internal nest,

Too soon the gift of you unwrapped…

And yet, sweet child, you were on time.

On time to tell of Cradling Palm and Giver of your name,

On time to force to trembling knees witness of unseasoned clay,

On time to wish our pulse and breath into your fragile frame…

On time, sweet child, on time.

And what of tomorrows - yours and ours?

Of dreams long held and dreams unspun?

What of the Promise with which you came?

The Promise lives, the Promise waits,

To enfold you in His strong embrace.

From distant worlds you arrived on time

To a place prepared you shall return, in time.

And of the interval in between?

And through each eternal spring?

You’ll share our hearts, our love, our faith,

O precious child, who came on time.