Poem

I read this poem today on this blog.  I LOVE it!  I don’t know the appropriate protocol for borrowing this, but I really wanted to share it with you all.  May my little boys worship their Maker! 

He sees me in the morning,
Lifting him out of bed.
The sun comes with little warning,
A brand new day’s ahead.
To the kitchen for some breakfast,
A plate of toasted bread,
A cup of milk just as expected,
Close your eyes and bow your head.

You can thank him for anything you want to,
For the flower’s and the trees
And pray,Lord Jesus, make me,
A little boy on my knees.

He’s Mommy’s little helper.
Learning to comb his hair.
And loves his baby sister,
Though he doesn’t always share.
A quarter in the bucket,
A memory verse or two,
Although he may not know it,
He’s beginning to follow you.

You can thank him for anything you want to,
For your Daddy and for me.
And pray, Lord Jesus, make me,
A little boy on my knees.

As we teach our Son to serve the Lord, in every way,
Lord the most important thing is this that we now pray,
Lord, we thank you everything you give us, but most importantly,
We pray Lord Jesus, make our Son a little boy on his knees.

Lord we thank you for everything you give us, but most importantly
We pray, Lord Jesus, make our Son,
A little boy on his knees.
We pray that someday he’ll become,
A young man on his knees.

“Little Boy on His Knees” by Cheri Keaggy