HERITAGE OF THE LORD
A child is born and Mom and Dad
Are happy as can be;
And for a while their hearts are turned
To God so gratefully.
The little fingers grip your hand
And the smile just melts your heart.
They want to train him up for God
And now’s the time to start.
Their hearts are touched,
Their plans are made…
“Now you just wait and see!
We’ll train this little one for God,
He’ll be the best that he can be!”
But then forgotten is the Lord
As days turn into years;
And gradually the joy they held
Has turned to bitter tears.
How much gladness can there be
When grown, your girl or boy,
The tears you’ve shed on their behalf
Are mostly tears of joy!
Because you’ve shown to them a God
Who cares for them each day;
And only wants the best for us
Ev’n though we’re made of clay.
So let us please consider
The time when they’ll be grown;
And give to them a life on earth
That leads to a heavenly home.
© Edna L. Ingram