CHILDREN

Suffer the little children to come unto me

What small faces,

What small hands,

In these children God's presence stands.


What choice spirits,

What choice souls,

Through these children God is known.


How sweet their innocence,

How sweet their love,

These dear children come from above.


In their childhood,

In their growth,

These dear children must be shown.


What pure minds,

What pure hearts,

God's children play such a wonderful part.


What great beings,

What great lives,

Many blessings await our surprise.


How awesome our power,

How awesome our right,

But we must choose to follow the light.


And in this life,

And in this test,

We must remember to do our best.