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Featured Music:  "Here We Are"
Music & Lyrics by John Torp Copyright© 2009
Where did you come from, baby dear?
Out of the everywhere into here.
What makes your forehead so smooth and high?
A soft hand stroked it as I went by.
What makes your cheek like a warm white rose?
I saw something better than anyone knows.
Whence that three-cornered smile of bliss?
Three angels gave me at once a kiss.
How did they all just come to be you?
God thought about me, and so I grew.
God thought about you, and so I am here.
George MacDonald (1824 – 1905)
The world was made for little boys
With infinite wonders and myriad joys
As he explores the source of brooks
Or recorded lore in interesting books.
In the cool of evening or midday sun
Knowing that all of life is one -
Knowing with all its strife and noise
The world was made for little boys.
....And so He shared His Heavenly joys that faith
in Him should never fail.
He sent us down a thousand charms. He decked
our ways with golden curls
And laughing eyes and dimpled arms. He let us
have His little girls.
Edgar A. Guest (1881-August 5, 1959
All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.....
Cecil Alexander 1823-1895
A boy is--
Truth with dirt on its face,
Beauty with a cut on its finger,
Wisdom with bubble gum in its hair,
And the hope of the future with
A frog in its pocket.
When you are busy, a boy
Is an inconsiderate, bothersome,
A intruding jungle of noise.
But, you still love him.
Life gave me a little brother
to teach me about life.
He loves me,
Aggravates me,
and gives me strength and strife.
Thank goodness for my brother
He is as special as can be
Don't mess with my little brother
- or you'll have to mess with me!
He tramps the woods, fields and streams
Dreaming those wondrous boyhood dreams,
Of conquering worlds - as yet unknown
In that far off day when he is grown,
To manhood stature with noble goal
Imbued with nature's gentle soul.
They share a birthday and a name,
But moods and tempers aren't the same.
Although at times they may dispute,
their loyalty is absolute.
From days of youth till life is done,
it's one for both and both for one.
We're all quite novel and precise,
But special folks
God made twice.
You're beautiful baby from the outside in.
Chase your dreams but always know the road
That'll lead you home again.
Go on, take on this whole world.
But to me you know you'll always be
My little girl.
Little girls are made of angel's,
Wings And giggles and a firefly's
Glow and all the happy feelings,
deep inside, that we all know.
Girls are made of sugar 'n spice,
Everything sweet, & everything nice,
Girls are ruffles, bonnets, and bows,
Dimpled smiles and dancing toes,
They're tears and giggles, dolls and curls,
That's how it is with little girls.
T-Ball is a fun type game.
It even has a funny name.
It's pllayed by pros, of little fame,
By little folks, who love the game.
They're only five,
To seven years old.
They may seem awkward,
But very bold.
They're having fun,
With a glove, bat and ball,
That's an American game.
A Baby is a Blessing
A Gift from Heaven above
A Precious Little Angel
To Cherish and to Love
Glory to the Father,
Glory to the Son,
And to thee, blest Spirit,
Whilst all ages run.
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