By Annie Garrett Stephenson
Five pretty little boys
Four pretty little girls
Some had straight hair
And some had curls.
All had dark hair
And all had dark eyes
And to this mother, they were
Little angels dropped from the skies.
But Got only loaned us our oldest
Just for six short years,
And when he called him home
We missed him through a stream of tears.
But we had one consolation
Down deep in our heart,
We “knew that God knew”
It was best that we part.
The others either are all grown up,
And married now, in homes of their own
Two have strayed
The other six have stayed close to home.
But down through the years,
God blessed us and a little boy age four
He became one of our family
And each day we loved him more and more.
But after fourteen years he left to roam
But we still love him,
And it makes us happy,
When he comes home.
Every morning and every night I ask Jesus to protect us
And let us live right,
I trust us all in his loving care
And ask him to save us in my evening prayer.