Sunday, May 17, 2009

Precious Love

These precious ones around your knees

You suffered them to come to thee.

My precious ones around we swarm

They hands and cheeks are sweet and warm

As they kiss and touch me, I feel their love

Just as it comes from God above.

Precious and holy filled with glee

I feel your love from them to me.

1 comment:

  1. "Glee" is defined in thee, my friend!