My Children The children were nestled all safe in their beds, When I knelt down to pray, Asking God's blessing on each little one, From dawn to the close of the day. The angels had gathered round each little bed, Sweet peace had flooded my soul, For God was protecting the ones that I love, From memory, this story is told. But time has slipped by and the children have grown, And now they have little ones of their own. I thank God for the children He gave me to love, For they are a blessing from Heaven above, At night by my bedside I mention each name, Asking God's blessing on each one the same. When my time is over, I'll rest in peace, For God's watching over my children for me. Jeannette E. Smith |
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