We start our day in a rush and a hurry.
When we were young there was no rush nor worry.
For all our needs our parents would care,
in our hearts we knew they would always be there.
A bump and a bruise a Band-Aid would fix,
for any discomfort, boy they had tricks.
From the lessons they taught perhaps we should learn,
soon the years advance, it would be our turn.
We may never know the time they would loan,
our needs they would tend to instead of their own.
No money, no price would buy back the time,
they love you, they gave it, now it is your time.
Follow the leader is a game kids play,
from the lessons they taught us we would be there one day.
From follower to leader we made it you see,
from student to teacher it is now up to me.
In footsteps of parents they once did trod,
to hand off the baton with a nod.
For life is a relay race some choose to run,
the bitter, the sweet and also some fun.
Slow down your pace, the little ones will call,
to tend to their bruises from a bump or a fall.
Takes just a short time to make it just right,
for their pain or a smile may not wait for tonight.
Childhood seems only a moment to tend,
all in a day our time we will lend.
Soon it will be their turn to hold the baton,
for your footsteps they follow for life to move on.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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