For my children, I thank you, Lord;
Fruit of the womb, I know is your reward.
A burden–may I never view them,
But always cherish mine as precious gems.
With your heritage, you entrusted me.
A good steward, enable me to be.
I pray to be the mother You want,
Failing to allow my task to daunt.
Grant me wisdom to bring my kids up true–
In the nurture and admonition of You.
Help me train them in the way they should go,
Teaching them whatever they need to know.
Let me not spare the rod of correction,
But still also show them kind affection.
Balance may I use in my discipline,
Remembering once a child I've been.
May I forego provoking them to wrath,
By example, lead them down the right path.
I must remember when I start to pout:
Children are a blessing without a doubt.
