While growing a child can be trying-
A heartache to rear and to raise .
They toddle about while a-blooming-
Till they almost make you deranged.
While half-grown the young child starts searching-
For limits of parental reach.
Behind your blind back they do stretches,
And try things that you'd never teach!
Yet prayerfully, under God's awning-
This grown child may hearken God's call.
Returns to the teachings of childhood,
Before their life ends at nightfall.
When I after years get to Heaven-
(My life's been just one total sham),
Remember I'm one of Your children,
Been washed by the blood of the Lamb.
Proverbs 22:6-Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old, he will not depart from it.
Written by Richard New
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