We Are All Gods Children
I climbed from rags to riches
And excelled extremely well
I made a lot of money
And I lived to tell the tale
Now my life is over
I asked God how I done
He said he had a special love
Because I was his son
I opened every door for you
And even pathed your way
I watched you live your life
And I was with you every day
When you thought I wasn’t there
I was smiling at you son
And when you got married
I was dancing having fun
Even the children, I gave you
Were planned in every way
I created each, tiny soul
To help you on your way
I knew they’d bring you closer
And brighten up your life
I knew you’d love them dearly
And, I even knew your wife
You’re a very precious child
I hold dear, to my heart
Crafted by my hands
From the very start
I’m glad to have you home
You’re a blessing to me son
Now please, go have a roam
Why, I welcome the next one!
© Copyright 19th August 2013 K.C.Leake
Kevinleake47@hotmail.co.uk
Copyright © Kevin Leake | Year Posted 2013
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