Each little child God sends our way
Is like a piece of soft, new clay;
'Tis ours to mold and shape and trim;
To make it pleasing unto Him.
Each little thing we do or say
Makes an impression, day by day,
On every growing mind and heart,
Forming a pattern from the start.
Oh! What a solemn trust is ours,
How we must guard these precious hours!
Too soon this clay will be a stone
Our chance is gone... our child is grown!
If we but take the time to pray,
And seek God's guidance every day.
He'll give us strength and wisdom, too,
To help out child grow strong and true.
- Dorothy V. Garka
I thought this was worth sharing. Hope it touched you as it did me. Oh how she's grown! This picture taken when she was not yet 3!