Their little faces sweet, looking up at me, makes me smile;
The things they say and do, make’s teaching them, so worthwhile.
Their little hand clasping mine, trusting as they go;
I want to lead them in the way, the Lord for them to know.
So innocent, so tender yet, the world does not have hold;
Protect them Lord, please, oh please, I pray, protect them from the cold.
Protect them from a cold dead life, that’s trampled by much pain;
Show them Lord, I pray, your love, the love that cleanses every stain.
Open the eyes of each child, I teach about your Holy book;
Don’t let the devil near them, or get them on his tricky hook.
And if they seem to wander way, into a life of sin;
Gently lead them back my Lord, back to the fold again.
~ Susan Y Nikitenko ~
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