Do angels really come to earth,
And sit beside me by the hearth;
And do they watch me through the night,
And keep me safe till morning's light?
Does God really send them here,
To keep me safe so I won't fear;
And do they watch me night and day,
And stay close by me while I play?
Do they watch me climb each hill,
Just in case I take a spill?
God must love me very much,
To take such pains to keep in touch.
"WHOEVER RECEIVES ONE SUCH CHILD IN MY NAME, RECEIVES ME;
BUT WHOEVER CAUSES ONE OF THESE LITTLE ONES WHO BELIEVE IN ME TO STUMBLE,
IT IS BETTER FOR HIM THAT A HEAVY MILLSTONE BE HUNG ABOUT HIS NECK AND THAT HE BE DROWNED IN THE DEPTHS OF THE SEA."
"TRAIN UP A CHILD IN THE WAY HE SHOULD GO AND WHEN HE IS OLD HE WILL NOT DEPART FROM IT."
For Children In Rhyme Contest by Francine Roberts