My Precious Child
The greatest gift we will ever know
is a child, born to love and grow.
Conception is a miracle in itself;
the start of new life and good health.
Such a treasure your precious child is,
who will thrive on every hug and kiss.
Hold them close and sing them songs;
they will only be a child for so long.
They may not always smell pure and sweet,
a dirty diaper or a dampened sheet.
But with a loving cuddle and a beautiful smile,
the joys of parenthood are all worth while.
"Thank you Lord for our precious child."
A Young Child Lived On Mountains High
Each Morning She Touched The Smiling Sky.
The Clouds Were White, The Sky Was Clean.
Her Mountain Home Was a Beautiful Scene.
One Darken Day The Weather Grew Warm.
Their Heavy Clouds Produced A Storm.
Harsh Rains Caused The Child To Sicken.
She Became ill And Seriously Stricken.
Alone On The Mountain Without Assistance
Her Illness Grew With Deadly Persistence.
The Mountains Heard Her Feeble Cry.
Something Must Be Done Or She Will Die.
The Mountain Beacons White Clouds Of High
To Offer Assistance And To Quickly Try.
The Clouds Then Formed A Massive Arrow.
Pointing To The Child, Straight And Narrow.
The Cloud Arrow Was Seen By Mountaineers.
It Took Them To The Child, Then Disappears.
They Treated The Child And Made Her Well.
As They Cast Away Her Sickly Spell.
Her Health Returned As She Kissed The Sky.
And Caressed The Clouds That Paraded By.
How Did She Survive This Test Of The Wild ?
The Answer Is Simple,
She Is Natures Child!