When my ship sails into the dock
I shall break out in joyous praise songs
which I have sung in silence
prior to it sailing toward harbour
The seagulls worship too
as the pitch rises to the tune
My wait has been far from serene
New life growing inside,
finally becomes an extension of my genealogy
and diluted flesh forms into one
embossed with familiar features
marked with infinite cells living through me
This wrapping is astonishingly exquisite,
intricate little bits growing each day
with a kick here and push there unexpectedly
Jehovah’s compassionate promises have not waivered
The Redeemer has redeemed my soul
Through all the harsh waving winds,
finally the ultimate has settled from inside
With this eternal gift
I have become blissful bearing fruit
As my Saviour has given me a gift to bear