A baby when it's born
Is cradled soft and warm
In mother's gentle lap
And tucked in for a nap
That same child soon grows tall
And stumbles for a fall
Some lucky ones will find
A God who's good and kind
When days become too hard
And life's a losing card
Just bend down on your knee
And raise your hands quite free
Then miracles unfold
You're back in from the cold
In sheltered arms once more
As God comes to the fore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Life's a losing card', 'sheltered arms', lovely spiritual piece