Laundry can wait to be folded
Your books can wait to be read
Dishes can wait to be rinsed
But their souls can’t wait to be fed
Little hands can’t wait to be held
Adventure can’t wait to be found
For they’re only little a little while
So mama, don’t lose any ground
Keep your eyes on the Shepherd
And tuck away within their hearts
The foundation on which they’ll stand
When the enemy shoots his darts
Invest in them, sweet mama
If it’s the only thing you do
It’s no surprise their little eyes
Are constantly watching you
Their source of truth and wisdom
From you, what do they glean?
Light and love and hope and faith
Or nothing in between?
Your children are a heritage,
Don’t let the world lead you astray
Because, you, yes you were chosen
To light their paths and lead the way.