Newborn

I feel some little loving arms

holding on so tight.

I feel a racing heartbeat

with just a touch of fright.

I feel some warm and tender love;

I think I'll peek to see.

Yes, I was right:

I see my sister peeking back at me.

And now this strange rough feeling,

strong hands and bony knee,

And eyes so full of manly pride

fixed quietly on me.

I start to cry, he wipes my tears

and looks a little sad.

From all the things I hear them say,

I guess this must be Dad.

What's this! A look I've never seen,

nor can I quite describe;

The feelings that connected us

...waiting there inside.

She sang and talked and laughed

with me,

And loved me as no other.

No one will have to tell me,

I have finally met my mother.

One More Thing, Lord

It's me again, Lord Jesus,

Making one more final plea,

About that new grandbaby

Who's just about to be.

Let him be real healthy,

I beg on bended knee.

I need someone to walk the woods

and spend some time with me.

There's stories to be read to him

Before my eyesight goes;

There's logs to walk and streams to cross

and lots of rocks to throw.

Then one more thing I'd like to ask,

If You'll permit me to,

I'd like to hang around to help

Him grow to be like You.