"Precious"

Precious is the child born,
The life with in ones sole.
The bond that holds us oh so close
Is the warmth of love that flows.

Precious is the pride I hold,
And love them each within.
God keep them all within your reach.
And your word is what I'll teach.

Precious are the feelings,
That keeps them close to me.
And deep within this heart of mine,
Is where they'll always be.

Precious is my first born,
For he taught me how to strive,
And gave to me my strength,
To fight to keep him safe.

Precious is my second born,
She brought back to me my faith.
For when life gave me so much grief.
The Lord gave her to me.

Precious is my third born,
A miracle in itself.
She gave to me my ability
to reach for all my dreams.

Precious is my fourth born,
He gave to me my courage.
To fight for what God gave me.
And treasure it for life.

Precious is my last born,
God sent her unexpected.
She's the image of her Mother.
And most of all like me.

Precious are my children,
All gifts from God to me.
Left for me to guide them,
And then to send them back to thee.

Dedicated to my five Precious children.
2000
Copyright ©2000 Sandra Ratliff

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