He married his childhood sweetheart, he used to carry her books from school.
Said, “someday we’ll have a family of our own”.
He bought a house on main street, had a window with a view.
He sure was proud the day he took his new bride home.
They planted that rosebush right outside on a winter’s afternoon,
in the last few months it’s grown an inch or two.
They see it by the front door, it reminds them of you
underneath that big ol’ window with a view.
She came to him and said, “it’s time that we picked a name”.
They can’t wait to see your smilin’ face.
Can’t wait to count your fingers, touch your hair and count your toes.
The color of your eyes, God only knows.
Our God is sovereign, He knows what’s best.
Some would say this is a test.
Now to lose this baby before it’s born, how can they carry on?

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