"'I'll lend you for a little time
A child of mine," God said.
For you to love - while he lives
And mourn for when he's dead.
It may be six or seven years
Or twenty-two or three,
But will you, till I call him home,
Take care of him for Me?
He'll bring his charms to gladden you,
His time shall be brief.
You'll have his lovely memories
A as solace for your grief.
I cannot promise you that he'll stay,
Since all to earth return,
But there are lessons taught down there
I want my child to learn.
I've looked the world over
In my search for teachers true,
And from the throngs that crowd
Life's lanes, I have selected you.
Now will you give him all your love,
Nor think your labor vain,
Nor hate Me when I come to call to
Take him back again?' Close