These Are My Children
What of the
Sent down from God above,
Do you think it pleases Him,
When aside they are shoved?
What of the responsibilities,
When these angels are born,
They are given for us to love,
Not pushed aside and scorned.
Are you happy and carefree,
While their little hearts break,
I fear for you when before my Lord,
An accounting you must make.
There is no excuse of which I can think,
That overrides the obligation,
That automatically comes with the child,
Steeped in Godís loving gratification.
Live your life as you choose,
While at His children you sneer,
God will cover them in His sweet Love,
Angels will dry their flowing tears!
June 11, 2004
the little children to come unto me, and
forbid them not:
for of such is the kingdom of