Little Child

Little Child Little brown eyes looking up Trusting me each day. Little hands so small in mine Know I will lead the way. What is the most important thing I have this child to give? I’m sure that it’s a pattern Of the very way I live. Little lips securely smile Just knowing I am there. Little heart has faith in me Because I love and care. If I should fail to love and teach This little child of mine I fail in every purpose here , To gain a life divine. Little voice that sweetly sings and Speaks and softly prays You’re greater than your mother In so very many ways “ Dear Father’, won’t you help me please To realize my call. To be the mother I should be Before I lose it all. IlaMae Stucki © 1972 (revised)