It was a summer day
My son just in from play
Took a bite of a sugar bun,
Asked, "Mom, where did I come from?"
I poured some milk into his glass;
How would I answer what was asked?
So on his cheek I placed a kiss
Then told him a story like this:
One day, my dear, I breathed a prayer,
In my heart I held it there;
I asked of God up above
To send a child I would Love.
God looked over his angels, then
Found the one just right to send;
He asked the one, "Will it be
That you will go and return to me?"
The angel asked, "Where will I go?"
God said, "To the earth below
And there I will watch over you
Where you are I will be too."
The angel said, "I will go."
God pleased, blessed him, so
sent the angel and part of heaven, too,
When, my angel, he sent me you.