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 can you 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.