| Halls ring with echoes of laughter
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| Long after they’ve come and gone
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| For the memory of a tiny face and playful grin
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| Still brings a smile, reminding us again
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| That children are a treasure from the Lord
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| Songs sweetly sung by the cradle
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| Prayers whispered just before bed
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| And we taught them «Jesus loves you» in a simple song
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| And we pray they won’t forget their whole life long
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| Children are a treasure from the Lord
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| Those bright and trusting eyes
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| Seem to take us by surprise
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| And they see what others older seem to miss
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| May the gift of faith they hold
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| Grow as they grow old
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| May they always know God will never let them go
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| At six they’re beginning their school days
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| Sixteen and they’re driving the car
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| And at twenty-one we’ll let them go on their first date
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| But of course they’ll be at home in bed by eight
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| Yes, children are a treasure from the Lord
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| Homes ring with echoes of laughter
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| Long after they’ve come and gone
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| And just knowing that our children really love the Lord
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| Is a faithful parent’s passion and reward
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| Yes, children are a treasure from the Lord
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| Children are a treasure from the Lord
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| Yes, children are a treasure from the Lord |