| A PARENT’S LAMENT.
Ring out the bells shout from the hills
A child is born our hearts are filled
With love and pride and joys untold,
What perfect beauty to behold.
We watch her grow with hearts so full
Of love and caring, but she’s no fool,
The moment we both creep away,
From that nice cradle where she lay, a cry rings out.
An icy hand grips both our hearts,
That cry is something quite apart,
A different ring, what can it be?
Our little child is almost three.
We watch her play, why can’t she walk?
All other children seem to talk.
With heavy hearts we take advice
And find this soul will pay the price,
For we are told in gentle tones,
This child can never be left alone.
Oh dear our hearts cry out in pain
What did we do to upset you,
That we should rear a child in vain?
The dear Lord heard our cry and
said,
Hush now take your child to bed
Then listen to what I say, let me explain,
These children are my precious gift,
Not meant to bring you pain.
If you just stop and think it through
This special gift I’ve sent to you,
To teach you simple things of life,
And most of all she’s saved from strife.
The world is such a greedy place
Where man fights man, and hate meets hate,
Your worldly goods you proudly show
But when you pass, where do they go
To be passed down?
And so it goes, No, that is mine,
Not for Aunt Rose.
Have you heard all this before?
Well now I know upon your door,
My special gift to you I give
That you may learn from her, to live
A life thats full and very sweet
With face upturned sat at your feet,
With love that melts the hardest heart,
Take this child set apart,
Watch her try to talk and sing,
And then thank God for everything.
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