My Children

Each time I see a silver cloud

Floating on the breeze

When I see the crystal raindrops

Lingering on the leaves

As I step outside at eventide

And lift my eyes to God above

My heart is full to overflowing

With the sweetest kind of love.

You are my pride and joy, my children

And the little ones you bore

When I count my many blessings

No earthly thing can come before

Each time I lift my face to heaven

When humbly to my God I pray

I ask Him to ever be with you

And lead you safely all the way.

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