My Children
“The Work and Joy My Children Bring”
Written on January 26, 1993
In the night I hear a cry.
When I wake up I think I’d rather die,
Then I think of those that aren’t as fortunate as I
To wake up in the middle of the night to hear my baby cry.
An hour later a small voice beside my bed,
“Mama, can I sleep in your room instead.”
I’m so tired I don’t care
Is he here or is he there.
My feet are getting cold, so I roll over
Only to see I have no cover.
And then as it starts to dawn
I say, “You’re making a mistake Lord it hasn’t been that long.”
And when I get up I can’t even enjoy my shower,
You see the kids have been up for about an hour.
As I get dressed and breakfast out of the way,
“Help me Lord to enjoy this day,” I pray
“Help me to realize the many blessings my children bring.”
Here comes Jonathan saying, “Please mom, sing.”
Then comes Rachel also wanting a part.
Clapping hear hands and stomping hard.
Then I remember all the things I have to get done,
“Forgive me, Lord, but we’re having so much fun”
Then as the day goes on by
I say, “Oh, Lord don’t let the time so fly.
It seems the day has just begun.
But the clock on the shelve just struck one
Then again to the Lord I say
“Help me to cherish each moment of the day.”
Then He reminds me of all the times the children wanted to go out to play
And I said, “not now, I just don’t have time today.”
He says whether your walls are black or white
I really don’t give a mite
I love your children, you see
Why don’t you take a moment and tell them about me.
“Yes, Lord I’m really going to try and do better from now on
I just ask for forgiveness for opportunities that are gone,”
Now that it’s bedtime it’s rock the one and read a story to another,
“Lord help me not to look at this as a bother,
But help me enjoy each moment as the days go by
So that as they grow older I don’t have to fret and cry
Over precious moments that have passed me by.”