Our children are the tend’rest gift
God places in our hands.
Be fruitful and go multiply,
His earliest command.
Still other homes may heed the call,
When orphan children cry,
Will you love us and point us to
A savior up on high?

Though Hannah had a barren womb,
And she could not conceive;
Daily crying in faith to god,
He granted her her plea.
When Samuel was a little lad,
She gave him to the lord
To serve god in a priestly role;
This her divine reward.

Mothers will you teach your children,
By showing them the way?
Are you reading god’s word often
And teaching them to pray?
The world has snares we fail to see,
They threaten to destroy.
Will you, dear mother, faithful be,
God’s spirit to employ?

Mother’s hold the hands of children
For but a little while.
Will they hear, ”well done, my servant,”
and see the father’s smile?
The moment that new life begins,
Ethernity’s in view,
Use each precious golden moment,
To show them christ in you.

Lois Troger
Beside the Still Waters, Volume 27, Issue 1