What a privilege,
What a joy,
A lifetime of love,
To enjoy!
Keep them close,
Your little ones,
One day they will go,
And be bigger ones.
Your job will be harder,
When they are not closeby,
Your worry will be greater,
When not in your watchful eye.
Such an all-consuming love,
For these tiny people,
The Lord gave you them to guide,
He makes all things possible.
Saturday, July 27, 2013
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