This body, it was made just perfect.
These arms and this heart,
they were strengthened to carry heavy burdens.
This middle, it’s the perfect size
to be squeezed between two small arms.
These hips, they’ve been shaped
to make a seat for smaller ones.
And they easily find the perfect bend
to bring these eyes on level
with other pairs, set in beautiful, small faces.
These hands, they are small, but toughened
by cooking, carrying, patting, and playing.
They hold suffering
like a familiar thing.
These ears, they have heard
many voices in many languages.
But this mouth, it was made to say in all of them:
He loves you.
His Body, it was made just perfect.
His mouth, it taught me
how to live.
His ears, they listened
to pleas, misery, joy, long before mine did.
His hands, they healed
and broke bread in example for me.
They too held suffering
And bade me do the same.
His eyes, they see the depth of my sin
But still flash Love enough to cover all.
His middle, it took the lashes
And His arms, they carried
a burden I could not:
the weight of my sin and the world’s.
This body, it was made perfect
Because His Body, it was made perfect.
And its death