They are our greatest charge
Their winsome innocence
Is shaped by what they see and hear
By we, their first conscience
They are life’s greatest joy
And they deserve our best
Each precious little girl and boy
Depends on each of us
They are the best there is
Look long into each face
And never dare to choose something
That gives them second-place
They are a holy charge
How swift the little flight
From cradles and sweet mother’s arms
To forge their way in life
They are the future; oh,
Be patient, love them, then
Remember today’s children are
Tomorrow’s women; men
© Janet Martin
Oh, how often I fail, but I will not quit!
Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it.Prov. 22:6
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