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In the first month of my childhood

I felt a heart beat out

That’s all I know this first month through

It sure is loud

The second month I heard a sound

Just like my heart, but all around

I know that I was not alone

Because the sounds were not my own

The third month I could feel my skin

Itching as I moved within

I started moving just to see

If anybody could hear me

Now I’m four and I can tell

Someone knows I am alive and well

They keep pushing in at me

And I keep pushing back, you see

I’m in the fifth month growing fast

I can kick real hard, I have a blast

I’m getting use to my sea of joy

I can turn and I can feel my bones, Oh boy

I’m six months old and I can see

Great big shadows passing me

And sometimes when I get real close

I hear a very, deep, deep voice

Now I’m seven and I’ve got a plan

I’ll kick and shove all that I can

I’ll make some noise and let them know

Someone’s in here ready to go

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Well in my eighth month I’ve grown quite a bit

Where I use to jump, I can hardly fit

I can hear and see and taste and feel

There must be more than this water-wheel

Well now I’m nine, I can hardly move

There must be a way I can go to improve

Maybe over here, whoopee!!!

I found a place and now I’m free

Well now I’m a big boy, the training was rough

I remember my Maker, He formed me from the rough

Why, the first day my heart beat, I remember so well

I sure am glad I am alive to tell

No matter what happens, I’ll never forget

How much Jesus loved me, when He'd baby sit

The last thing I remember Him saying to me

Was, son when you get older, tell the world about me

I am now older, I know why He said

Yell out My story, My children are dead

I made you and taught you  and gave you free will

Not to be gods of the helpless and still

Come back to me children all ages and race

I died so you could live in My place

My children are mine so let be what will be

You are not the gods of the POC