Father remember the children
That you have loan to us.
And presented as a gift,
They are given to our trust.
Such innocent little souls
Don’t know right from wrong.
But, in Your wisdom, Lord,
Keep and make them strong.
And when they call to heaven,
Please hear their faintest cry
With a loving guardian angel
That is ever standing by.
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