The Night Before the First Day of School
Twas the night before school, when all through this home
The children were bathed and their hair was all combed.
The backpacks were hung by the front door with care,
In hopes that morning soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of play grounds danced in their heads.
And Dean in his jammies, and I in mine too,
Had just finished blessing and kissing our crew.
When there on the News there arose such a clatter,
I sat up in my chair to see what was the matter.
Pictures of danger flew past like a flash,
With bullies to teachers my children might clash!
The children were bathed and their hair was all combed.
The backpacks were hung by the front door with care,
In hopes that morning soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of play grounds danced in their heads.
And Dean in his jammies, and I in mine too,
Had just finished blessing and kissing our crew.
When there on the News there arose such a clatter,
I sat up in my chair to see what was the matter.
Pictures of danger flew past like a flash,
With bullies to teachers my children might clash!
I worried and stewed and fretted and stressed,
From home-school to private – what would be best?
When, what to my wondering heart should appear,
But my Bible with bookmarks at places held dear.
With a flick of the wrist, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment which one I would pick.
“God takes care of flowers, it’s wonderfully true.
But think of how much more He cares for you!”
My Madison is pure and gentle and kind;
A funnier girl you will never find.
She is sweet and creative – a real sweetheart,
Will Father stay close while she and I are apart?
Adrian is next with his chuckle of glee;
He waves from his bike as he looks back at me.
It’s not everybody who sees his soft side
nor the tears of frustration he tries to hide.
And then, in a twinkling, I think of God’s Word
where God sees the fall of each baby bird.
He’s holding these two precious children of mine,
But my Bible with bookmarks at places held dear.
With a flick of the wrist, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment which one I would pick.
“God takes care of flowers, it’s wonderfully true.
But think of how much more He cares for you!”
My Madison is pure and gentle and kind;
A funnier girl you will never find.
She is sweet and creative – a real sweetheart,
Will Father stay close while she and I are apart?
Adrian is next with his chuckle of glee;
He waves from his bike as he looks back at me.
It’s not everybody who sees his soft side
nor the tears of frustration he tries to hide.
And then, in a twinkling, I think of God’s Word
where God sees the fall of each baby bird.
He’s holding these two precious children of mine,
Guarding their spirits – making sure they are fine.
Then there is Kaden – our sensitive soul;
He loves to create, to build and to mold.
His quiet nature finds school a real pain,
We need Holy Spirit to lead through this “rain”.
And Carson who flies by the seat of his pants,
For fun and friends he raves and rants!
Will the pull of these others, these kids in the school
Make him forget what we’ve taught as the rule?
Love the Lord God with heart, soul and strength,
For family and loved ones – go every length.
You have a purpose, a plan and design!
You are no accident, children of mine!
I will declare, I’ll decide what is true
as from God’s Word, I take my cue!
“You are the head, not the tail,” He has said,
“The top, not the bottom – you’ve nothing to dread.”
Each page of your lives was written with care
before you were born, and I called you, “Wee bear.”
Adventure, excitement, fulfillment is yours
As you pursue Jesus – His plan and course.
So settle down worries, doubts go to sleep.
I’m praying for my babies, and babies don’t keep.
Settle down fears. Uncertainty rest.
I’m trusting my Father to do what He does best.
Then there is Kaden – our sensitive soul;
He loves to create, to build and to mold.
His quiet nature finds school a real pain,
We need Holy Spirit to lead through this “rain”.
And Carson who flies by the seat of his pants,
For fun and friends he raves and rants!
Will the pull of these others, these kids in the school
Make him forget what we’ve taught as the rule?
Love the Lord God with heart, soul and strength,
For family and loved ones – go every length.
You have a purpose, a plan and design!
You are no accident, children of mine!
I will declare, I’ll decide what is true
as from God’s Word, I take my cue!
“You are the head, not the tail,” He has said,
“The top, not the bottom – you’ve nothing to dread.”
Each page of your lives was written with care
before you were born, and I called you, “Wee bear.”
Adventure, excitement, fulfillment is yours
As you pursue Jesus – His plan and course.
So settle down worries, doubts go to sleep.
I’m praying for my babies, and babies don’t keep.
Settle down fears. Uncertainty rest.
I’m trusting my Father to do what He does best.
2 comments:
Beautifully penned! What a comfort our comforter is! So true! God bless you all and to all a good night! Loads of love, Mom
lovely.
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