Look at them, Father
Aren't they as precious as You planned it
It never crossed her mind back then
That soon, she'd hold them in her hands
And now look, Father
She's taking them every sunday
Teaching them how to pray and love
So when they're all grown, they'll do as she does
But in the meantime
Let's watch them swing
For someday, We know they'll earn their wings
After all, Moms' spent her share of days and nights
On faithful bended knees
Father, Father
I thank you for
The little girls and little boys
Oh Son, My Son
As You can see
They are my pride and joy
I made them with You in mind
For You too were once
My precious Baby Boy

s and best wishes always... ~Genie~







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