Behold the beauty of the embryo!
The fusion of the gametes in the womb;
From single cell, the progeny will grow,
To breathe earth’s air, before ’tis down in tomb.
And how each part appears in time aright!
A development, gene-directed by God;
And many things must happen by day/night;
The environs must also give the nod.
Man thinks he can improve the growth process!
He sets defects aright ‘in Utero’;
What if he should render matters much worse!
A tragedy, fetus may undergo.
Yet, Nature’s best in what it breaks or makes,
And man must learn self-control for God’s sakes!
6-30-2002 by Dr John Celes
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