Children
My children are a gift from God--trulyI know I had nothing to do with their creation
Other than biology...innate.
It took no planning or designing, they were already molded
By the Father's hands.
I kept them safe and warm inside--
The womb he prepared for that very need
Until they emerged to share their souls with mine
In this chaotic, lovely world.
What purpose and what paths we take
He alone knows, but I appreciate
The time He afforded me
To be their Mom, their mentor, their guide
ALthough I am ill qualified, He trusted me
I must do my best, I MUST do my best.
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