Be gentle with my child, Doctor--
This burden my body gives
Into your hands.
In that little scrap of flannel
Lies every hope and dream
I ever had. My child.
Haste to his aid, Doctor.
I've watched him for hours now
As fever rages.
Give him that liquid gold--
One teaspoon four times daily
My child must live.
Be kind to my child, Teacher.
He's tried so hard to please you.
Can't you smile? Encourage him?
One frown from you can turn
Sunny days into ashes.
Please love my child.
Be kind to my teenager, Teacher
He wants so much your acceptance--
Though not, perhaps, so much
As to try his wings.
Each gland explodes fright'ning drives;
Be patient with my child.
I know how difficult he's become.
Once-docile eyes of childhood
Narrow with suspicion.
In spite of the armor he wraps 'round,
There're chinks that permit hurts.
He's so vulnerable, my child.
Deal with my child, Lord.
Keep the Hound of Heaven at his heels--
Not baying, but softly guarding.
When he's tired of running
He'll turn to You. My child.