I´ll lend you for a little while, children of mine God said,
for you to love while they live and mourn for when their dead.
It may be six or seven years,or forty two or three,
But will you till I call them back,take care of them for me.
I´ve searched the whole world over,in my search for parents true
And from beings that crowd lifes land,
I have chosen you, so will you give them all your love,
Nor think the labour vain,nor hate me when I take these children back again.
I fancied that I heard them say,Dear Lord thy will be done,
For the joy these children bring,the risk of grief we`ll run
We´ shelter them with tenderness and love them while we may
And for the happieness we´ve found,forever gratefull stay,
But if thine Angels call for them much sooner than we´d planned,
We´ll brave the bitter grief that comes,and Try to understand
Sad
SvaraRadera