Most Precious

His trust knows no bounds; his innocence serene and pure.

His tiny heart is steady beating; most precious in my arms sleeping.

His dark eyes unto mine now greet; a tenderness of love plain to see.

All of God’s creatures both big and small bring solitudes reflection of a higher call.

Most precious is life; most wonderful is its gift that we should stave off the end when it come nigh.

So bless this heart which calls forth sincere and true .

Bless all God’s creatures, even me and you.

For it should be that all is safe and secure for both man and beast.

Therefore Love every living thing like there is no tomorrow.

For the day that was is never to be again, and of what we never had should to our hearts sorrow.

Bless all God’s creatures….even man.

J. Allen Wilson © 3/2008