Music and Words by Laura
Kleinschmidt
Little child growing inside of me
I can't believe, God's mystery moving
My heart to tears, picturing all of our years
Filled with love, laughter and joy.
Little baby full of sweet charms, now stretching
Out in my arms, I'm tryin' to keep you from all life's harms
How I want to know you, there is so much to show you.
What a privilege to watch you grow.
Lord help me be, the mother I'm meant to be
There's so much to learn and so much to do.
Help me see through the less important busyness
So this child can see through me to you.
Little girl, full of dances and twirls
Princesses and fairy tales now fill your world showing me
How time does fly, in the blink of an eye
She'll be dancing with her own child.
Lord help us be, the people we are meant to be
There's so much to learn and so much to do.
Help us see through the less important busyness
So that others can see through us to you.
Oh, help others to see through to you.