We are all children of God and no matter how young or old, this poem says it all! By Edgar Guest I will lend you, for a little time, A child of mine, He said. For you to love while he lives and and mourn for when he's dead. It may be six or seven years, or twenty-two or three. But will you, till I call him back, take care of him for Me? He'll bring his charms to gladden you, and should his stay be brief. You'll have his lovely memories, as solace for your grief. I cannot promise he will stay, since all from earth retun. But there are lessons taught down there, I want this child to learn. I've looked the wide world over, in search for teachers true. And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes, I have selected you. Now will you give him all your love, Nor think the labour vain. Nor hate me when I come to take him home again? I fancied that I heared them say, 'Dear Lord, Thy will be done!' For all the joys Thy child shall bring, the risk of grief we'll run. We'll shelter him with tenderness, We'll love him while we may, and from the happiness we've known, Forever grateful stay. But should the angels call for him, much sooner than we've planned. We'll brave the bitter grief that comes, and try to understand. AMEN