Watch how high I'm climbing,
Way up in this tree...
Get back down,you'll hurt yourself!
Come over here with me
"Can't we get a baby, So I won't be sad?"
Quiet now, go get that game
For you and me and Dad
Parent friend and playmate,
And glad to be "On -call"
Trying not to hold to tight
To our one-and all...
Dirty face, fun and tears,
Make life a happy race
And one that would be empty,
Without your smiling face
Dearest one and only child,
Gift from God, it's true,
Our most precious blessing
In this world,
Is very simply
"you"
HANDS
Thank you Lord for dirty hands
That touch my stove and fridge;
For sticky little fingers that
Try to build a bridge.
For careless hands that go astray
In search of something new;
For hands to hold and show the way
As mothers often do.
For precious little hands in which
Great faith so abounds;
For silly little hands that reach
To touch a mother's frown.
And thank you for your guiding hand
That leads me to the light;
That lifts me when I stumble
And points me to the right.
As little hands reach out to me
To show them what to do,
I'm steadied,reassured and loved
As I reach up to you.
Judith Peitsch
TO BE A CHILD
To be a child is to make mistakes
To be a child is to do well.
To be a child is to laugh.
To be a child is to cry.
To be a child is to be amazed.
To be a child is to be bored.
To be a child is to smile.
To be a child is to frown.
To be a child is to understand.
To be a child is to need to know.
To be a child is to mature.
To be a child is to have time to grow.
To be a child.
To be a child.
Oh to be a child.
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