(for Am-am) You’ve got God looking for His voice The voice He uses for your toys. He moved, maybe it’s somewhere inside your belly. (Wasn’t there) A look at your toy, the ring toss set with no player. And so He found your lost baby scent. He looked again inside your belly And knew you cried His name in pain. It wasn’t His voice though it was close, you bring so much joy though you walk on your toes in your dress from 'Nay Mela for church on Sunday. Mom and dad, see you a gift from  Tita—books unread about words you won’t yet understand your cries, I know God made you different so believe you’re a Godsend. You can’t talk to me now, but someday  you’ll stand on your own, say your toy (the ring toss set) sounds just like home. If God could use His voice again to give you toys with special voices,  (Like angelsong) once you hear them on your tenth you’ll find the words to give Him thanks, and then you’ll know your own.