Out of my mother's womb I came,
So small and fragile, 1 pound I weighed,
Clinging on tight against all the odds,
Even for a new born baby this I was,
Not knowing why or how but just knowing, somehow I had to hang on,
Even when the enemy came to steal me,
God said "No, For I have a plan for her life,
To use her in a mighty way,
To touch and effect others spirits for my glory",
This is how I knew I was His chosen,
Even from the time I was born.
© Crystal Robinson 2007
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