Little hands and tiny feet,
Shy, and cute, and so petite;
Little whimpers, little cries,
Darling, little sparkling eyes;
Outstretched fingers, wiggling toes;
God, how you can love them so!
Children chase away the gloom,
And sunshine fills most every room;
Little mannerisms dear,
Laughs of happiness and cheer;
You just can't know the joy of home,
Until you have children of your own.
You feel so humble, deep inside,
And have so much parental pride;
You can't describe the joy and pleasure,
God has given with this treasure;
A million couldn't buy the joy,
The happiness, and love, sublime;
They're bundles straight from heaven,
And, Lord, they're really mine.
