Jesus, my Lord, my savior
I want to praise thee
With my voice reaching up to heaven
I want to praise thee with music and dance
But my songs are interrupted with baby cries
And my dance is held off until my hands are not so full
How can I honor thee as a mother of 6 younglings?
Every time I touch my children, I will do it with the gentleness of thy handsdvvygxcffnjhhgdsdddgvvvgggyyttuui
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