children

WELCOME

Children Are.........

mazing, acknowledge them.

believable, trust them.

hildlike, allow them.

ivine, honor them.

nergetic, nourish them.

allible, embrace them.

ifts, treasure them.

ere now, be with them.

nnocent, delight with them.

oyful, appreciate them.

indhearted, learn from them.

ovable, cherish them.

agical, fly with them.

oble, esteem them.

pen minded, respect them.

recious, value them.

uestion, encourage them.

epectful, support them.

illy, laugh with them.

alented, believe in them.

nique, affirm them.

ulnerable, protect them.

hole, recognizethem.

traspecial, celebrate them.

earning. noticethem.

any, laugh with them.

alue them.

I AM THE CHILD

I am the child,

All the world waits for my coming,
All the earth watches with interest to see what I shall become.

Civilization hangs in the balance,
For what I am, the world of tomorrow will be.

I am the child,

I have come into your world,
About which I know nothing,

Why I came I know not;
How I came I know not;

I am curious;
I am interested.

I am the child,

You hold in your hand my destiny,
You determine, largely, whether I shall succeed or fail.

Give me, I pray you,
Those things that make for happiness.

Train me, I beg you,
That I may be a blessing to the world.

~~ Author Unknown ~~

WHOSE CHILD IS THIS?

"Whose child is this?" I asked one day
Seeing a little one out at play
"Mine", said the parent with a tender smile
"Mine to keep a little while
To bathe his hands and comb his hair
To tell him what he is to wear
To prepare him that he may always be good
And each day do the things he should"

"Whose child is this?" I asked again
As the door opened and someone came in
"Mine", said the teacher with the same tender smile
"Mine, to keep just for a little while
To teach him how to be gentle and kind
To train and direct his dear little mind
To help him live by every rule
And get the best he can from school"

"Whose child is this?" I ask once more
Just as the little one entered the door
"Ours" said the parent and the teacher as they smiled
And each took the hand of the little child
"Ours to love and train together
Ours this blessed task forever."

I believe for every drop of rain that falls, a flower grows.
I believe that somewhere in the darkest night, a candle glows.
I believe for everyone who goes astray, someone will come to show the way.
I believe, I believe.
I believe above the storm the smallest prayer will still be heard.
I believe that someone in the great somewhere hears every word.
Every time I hear a newborn baby cry, or touch a leaf or see the sky,
Then I know why I believe!

Written by: Irvin Graham, Jimmy Shirl, Ervin M. Drake,Al Stillman

Here's to the kids that are different,
The kids that don't always get A's.
The kids that have ears,
twice as big as their peers,
Or have noses that go on for days.
Here's to the kids that are different,
The kids that are just out of step.
The kids they all tease,
Who have cuts on their knees,
And whose sneakers are constantly wet.
Here's to the kids that are different,
The kids they call crazy and dumb.
The kids who aren't cute and don't give a hoot,
Who dance to a different drum.
Here's to the kids who are different,
For when they are grown,
As history has shown,
It's their difference that makes them unique.

LITTLE CHILDREN

Little children are a treasure
Their worth you can not measure
In terms of money or gold.
Their voices are the melody
That vibrates deep inside of me
Worth their weight, a thousand fold.
Their eyes so brightly shining
They are the silver lining
That brightens up my day.
I couldn't live without them
More priceless then any gem
My loneliness they chase away....

Turn Around

Where are you going
My little one, little one
Where are you going
My baby, my own
Turn around and you’re two
Turn around and you’re four
Turn around and you’re a young girl
Going out of the door

Turn around, turn around
Turn around and you’re a young girl
Going out of the door

Where are you going
My little one, little one
Little pigtails, petticoats
Where have they gone
Turn around and you’re tiny
Turn around and you’re grown
Turn around and you’re a young wife
With babes of your own

Turn around, turn around
Turn around and you’re a young wife
With babes of your own

Where have they gone
My little ones, little ones
Where have they gone
My babies, my own
Turn around and they’re young
Turn around and they’re old
Turn around and they’re gone
And we’ve no one to hold

Turn around, turn around
Turn around and they’re gone
And we’ve no one to hold

Where are you going
My baby, my own

Written by: Harry Belafonte / Alan Greene / Malvina Reynolds

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