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Adoption, Carol Lynn Pearson
Text:We did not plant you, True. But when the season is done, When the alternate prayers for the sun and for rain are counted, When the pain of weeding and the pride of watching are through, We will hold you high. A shining sheaf above the thousand seeds grown wild. Not by our planting, But by heaven. Our harvest. Our child.
Carol Lynn Pearson