CHILDREN

Children playing in the sunshine,

Or just running in the rain;

Makes the dark days seem much brighter,

Helps the weary bear their pain.

Children's laughter in the nighttime,

Drives the sadness far away;

Though we're tired from all our labors,

It's a joy to watch then play.

Children celebrates their birthdays,

Like a special holiday;

For they're trusting in they're future,

And the one to whom they pray.

Jesus called the little children,

And He held them in His care;

And he looked to His disciples,

As to say: "Way do you fear?"

So the days seem so much brighter,

When there's children all around;

For their love is so unselfish,

The like of which cannot be found.

Pure and tender are their feelings,

And their touch seems so divine;

And the "grand" ones are so precious,