Like Me...a Mother's Day poem and song

Like Me...

A squirming babe lies in my arms,

with adoring eyes, so quick to charm.

Chubby cheeks, a precious pout,

capricious curls, legs short and stout.

She's a miracle in every way,

like a flower, blooming day by day.

A gift from God, yet just a loan,

since a baby's soul one cannot own.

Though I teach and train so carefully,

I find, instead, she's watching me!

How much like Jesus I must be,

if a Godly child I hope to be.

As our days wing by in rapid flight,

I pray for God's grace to be.

A living light, a beacon bright,

for a child who'll be ...so much...

 ......Like me..

by Donna Rodgers...written when Rebekah was a baby.

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