When your baby left God's home
He was fresh and new,
Filled with perfect innocence,
here born to be like you.
A baby in your image,
A gift from God above,
Sent to earth for schooling,
To learn the ways of love.
He is yours forever,
If you live to be
Children of the Father,
In mortality.
If he fills his mission
long before you do,
You will surely miss him,
And his laughter, too.
But be glad you had him,
Even for a day,
And rejoice that spirits
Never pass away.
He is yours forever,
Yours to have and hold,
Yours to raise in heaven,
Where streets are paved with gold. |
