How Poem by Anne Woods

How cam ewe here to draw this blessed breath?
What power could change a drop of milky fluid to a child
Into a living, breathing laughing, loving child
Who may in turn produce the magic drop
That starts the wondrous cycle yet again.
Was this an accident to nature?
A giant coincidence? AH NO!
There had to be a plan ---
So vast, so wonder full our human minds cannot conceive of it.
For which of us can make a blade of grass?
Or what genius can produce a tiny ant
So how came we here but by the breath of GOD?
For only HE can make an ant.