Infant is a slightly more formal term for the word baby, the youngest category of child. The term "infant" derives from the Latin word in-fans, meaning "unable to speak." "Infant" is also a legal term with the (quite different) meaning of minor; that is, any child under the age of legal adulthood. A human infant less than a month old is a newborn infant or a neonate[1]. The term "newborn" includes premature infants and postmature infants, as well as full term newborns.
To start over is a scary thing
To be an infant all over again
Would we submit and come to being?
Would we stay premortal rather than?
To leave our Heavenly parents for new
From life of bliss to one of helplessness
To be small and uncomfortable, too
Here, to place trust while we are speechless...
Perhaps, at the start, we felt unsure
And spent every moment to prepare
Perhaps we gained faith that we'd endure
By watching mothers give their kind care
Can a mother be one, by random?
Can the father who gave of his seed?
For them both, we left what was grandsome
From them, we have our earth life indeed
Our kind wise Heavenly Father
Placed a veil here so we would not grieve
So all our past growth would not bother
Our progress here and need to believe
What is learned by having a body?
Perhaps to become closer to God?
Would He that we treat it as shoddy?
Or compare and put on a facade?
Our spirits do not depreciate
We can not go back or start over
So we should learn and appreciate
All we've been given to discover
There is a plan that's been put in place
To return to God in unity
We've a Savior, our sins He'll erase
Pray we take the opportunity
When our sins become overwhelming
What should we then do as our first move?
Give remorse its place for delving
Corrections are a way to improve
To start over is a scary thing
To be an infant all over again
Would we submit and come to being?
Would we stay premortal rather than?
To leave our Heavenly parents for new
From life of bliss to one of helplessness
To be small and uncomfortable, too
Here, to place trust while we are speechless...
Perhaps, at the start, we felt unsure
And spent every moment to prepare
Perhaps we gained faith that we'd endure
By watching mothers give their kind care
Can a mother be one, by random?
Can the father who gave of his seed?
For them both, we left what was grandsome
From them, we have our earth life indeed
Our kind wise Heavenly Father
Placed a veil here so we would not grieve
So all our past growth would not bother
Our progress here and need to believe
What is learned by having a body?
Perhaps to become closer to God?
Would He that we treat it as shoddy?
Or compare and put on a facade?
Our spirits do not depreciate
We can not go back or start over
So we should learn and appreciate
All we've been given to discover
There is a plan that's been put in place
To return to God in unity
We've a Savior, our sins He'll erase
Pray we take the opportunity
When our sins become overwhelming
What should we then do as our first move?
Give remorse its place for delving
Corrections are a way to improve
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